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My home is there, the last thing I remember is having just left Khala, Ko’Raava and Anja at the inn, headed back early for a long night’s rest. Everything after that is blank.\nLooking down at myself, I notice that I at least have all my clothes this time. I still sport my usual wardrobe. A black leather top covers my chest, leaving my midriff bare, and straps secure it behind my back. A necklace of rectangular gold plates and an avian skull amulet drape over my shoulders. A short row of small layered plates of black steel fasten onto either of my arms. They offer some protection against the odd glancing blow, but not much more. Not that I need it. My hands are covered by burgundy silk wrappings and leather bracers adorned with gold embellishments. I dust off the ornate black skirt that sits low on my waist, displaying banners of deep red fabric and gold stitching on front and back, the gold hem extends to my knees. A shard of obsidian decorates the waistband. A souvenir from my time in Vvardenfell. Below this, I wear black silken leggings tucked into shoes that consist of leather guards clad in ivory chitin. They are tied over golden silk wrappings that cover my lower legs and arches, baring my heels and clawed toes. \nMy eyes affix to my midsection, pondering my grey underbelly. I find myself staring into the basin of my shallow, ovular navel, one of my favorite parts of my body and – embarrassingly – one of my most pleasurable. My thoughts drift, recalling all the bewildered partners I've coerced into tentatively swirling tongues and fingers around the sensitive little divot. I slide a finger along its edge. My hand glides over to my side, tracing the deep gold fractals that pattern my soft black fur. I’ve lost count of how many times the odd adversary has threatened to flay me alive for this pelt. \n[i]Kind of a thrilling idea, thinking about their knives under my hide… [/i]\nMy toes curl slightly and a chill runs up my spine as my sex moistens. I shake my head. \n[i]Damn you, Nadia![/i] \nI rub my eyes. That blow must have rattled my brain more than I thought. With an exhale, I regain focus and ease off of the ground, intending to set off towards Senchal.\n————————————————————\n\tThe cracked earth crunches under my pads as I groggily plod along. Muddy river banks have begun to dry up in the warmer season. As I meander, I listen to the flowing water, the rustling grass. It’s all so quiet and peaceful. To my left, a beautiful green belt spans the edge of the plain some hundred yards away. In the other direction, I see a distant individual in spirited conversation with unseen company. Another skooma fiend, I figure. I stop to observe for a moment. Something starts to feel strange about their body language. It seems as though – they’re pleading with someone? I see another figure move out from behind a rock, an arrow nocked and drawn from a bow, pointing at the pleading Khajiit. After a moment, the archer looses, and I gasp as I watch the arrowhead pierce through the neck of the poor cat. He collapses. Instinctively, I crouch down, my ears working to hear all around me. It is so very quiet. Suddenly, I hear a faint whistle from the other direction. I dive to the side as an arrow ricochets off of a rock and swipes across my thigh. \n[i]That came from the trees[/i], I think to myself as I recover from my roll. I feel the sting of the cut across my leg. Even a semi – accurate shot from that far denotes a skilled archer. With all my might, I push off and bolt across the plain, making for the green belt. One arrow whizzes past, inches from my face. Another snaps off of the chitinous scales of my shin guard. I make it to the brush, lungs burning. I haven’t run that fast in a long while. I slow my breath. The advantage is mine now, prowling here in the jungle. These are my ancestral hunting grounds. With my nose to the sky, I pick up a – curiously familiar – scent and follow it.\n————————————————————\n\tAs I pad through the brush, my mind races with questions.\n [i]How did I get out here? Who was that other Khajiit? Who killed him?[/i] And most importantly, [i]who would come after me like this? [/i]\nThe latter, unfortunately, is not a short list. After some time and distance, I hear a shuffle. I freeze. A dark figure stalks through the foliage ahead of me, an Argonian, it seems. He moves into a clearing, wielding a bow. I slowly edge closer to the open ground. When he steps close to me, he sniffs and cocks his head. I flex my claws and leap towards him with a snarl. He whips around and draws, but I divert his bow with my hand and his arrow drives past my head into a tree trunk. I swing for his neck, but he barely deflects my arm with his. My claws swipe his cheek and I disappear into the bushes once more. \n[i]Damn, a swift one[/i], I curse to myself. I loop around, but he is gone. My blood runs cold. How did I not hear him slip away? Backing away from the clearing, I hear a twig snap in the distance. I follow the sound to an overturned tree trunk and look around, there is no one in sight. My nose twitches. \nThat smell again. \nThe faint musty twinge of old armor, Of spilled blood. My heart pounds, sweat drenches my neck and chest as I turn and scan the jungle. For the first time since I can remember, I feel vulnerable. Hunted, like a frightened deer.\nThen my ears twitch as I hear the snap of a bowstring.\n*THIP* \n“AHAUGHH!”\n I squeal sharply, saliva flinging from my lips as an arrow finds my exposed abdomen. It punctures several inches to the left of my navel. I feel the steel arrowhead drill into my innards, embedding itself inside of me. \n“Hnnngghh...” \nI double over in pain, clutching my belly. Tears well up in my eyes and my hands start to shake. I drop to one knee as I see a shadowy figure step out from the jungle. \n“Awe. There, there, kitty. Are you hurt?” his steely voice taunts, as he wipes the blood from the claw – marks on his cheek. \n“W...why...” is all my pathetic voice can muster, the arrow makes every breath pure agony. \n“Hm. Nadia...Al-Rihad, is it?” he sneers. “I could pick out that gorgeous hide anywhere, after I saw you in the refuge the other night.” \nHe sniffs the air again, and a smirk bares his pointed teeth. \n“Been feeling a little excited, have we?” \nI blush, suddenly aware of the damp fabric between my legs. So that was it. Days earlier, when I was making a drop at the outlaws refuge in Senchal, I had noticed an unfamiliar figure lounging in one of the interior rooms. Just someone passing through, nothing abnormal, but the same unmistakable scent. Now that he stands in the light, however, I recognize him as the anti-slaver freedom fighter called Takes-His-Revenge. I used to hear tales of him, a wanted Argonian, back in Morrrowind. He champions a noble pursuit, seeking liberation for his people; however, he has a dark reputation of apparently skinning his victims alive, collecting their pelts. \n[i]Oh, gods[/i] – My heart sinks – [i]he wants [b]my [/b]pelt[/i]! \nIn my state he might just get it. Panic wells up in my chest. With renewed vigor, I spring up, still clutching the arrow in my gut. I turn and trip over the fallen trunk, stubbing my toes hard. I catch myself on hand and knee, but not before driving the arrow further into my entrails. \n“urghhh...” \nI grimace as I collect myself and take off running as hard as I can. For all that’s worth. \n“Mhmhm…Run, kitty, kitty. Try and get away.” \nI hear his sing – song and amused laughter behind me. As it grows distant, by body aches and I slow to an awkward limp, suddenly remembering the searing pain in my torso. I glance behind me as I push into another clearing. For a moment, it seems I may have lost him. I start to turn back around, and something slams hard into my chest.\n————————————————————\n\tMy back is driven into the ground, the air is knocked from my lungs, and I hear something crack. I gasp and open my eyes, looking down my chest at a pair of thick bluish purple legs. It’s a gods – damned Clannfear, its savage maw held low near my face, emitting a rumbling growl. I breathe hard, adrenaline coursing through me. I can do nothing but watch, wide – eyed, my heart racing. The creature sniffs at my neck, lifts its foot briefly, - \n“urgh!”\n- and stomps my chest, cracking a rib. Before I can recover, It readjusts, putting its full weight into the center of my tummy. \n“Aauuuughh…” I groan as the arrow is squished around inside of me. My hands push at its leg, trying desperately to shove it off of my stomach. \n“Uahgh!” \nA swift kick pounds my gut and it finally steps off, leaning down to nuzzle my belly. I push on its head, my stomach gurgling as its snout squishes my guts around; blood wells up around the agitated wound that burns in my stomach. Its head cocks curiously, eyes seeming to lock onto my exposed navel. It scrapes a long, sharp claw into my shallow innie, hooking the tip onto the small knot in the center. I yelp as it stabs its claw into me, impaling my sensitive belly button like a toothpick through the skin of an apple. It drags its arm to the side, slicing my navel and belly horizontally. \n“aaAAAAAAAHHH!”\n my piercing scream echoes through the trees, causing birds to scatter from the branches. The shock causes my bladder to loosen and spill briefly, soaking my crotch and leggings in urine. Panting, I stare perplexedly down at the small loops of bowel blossoming out of the open wound. It doesn’t make sense that those are my insides. I feel sick to my stomach. Just as the creature leans in for its meal, Takes-His-Revenge strides into the clearing. \n“Raptieee…” he growls. “Its hide! Behave yourself!” \nHe gives the clannfear a light tap upon the nose and his pet recoils, snarling unhappily. It edges closer for a moment, leaning in and snatching a loop of my bowel, quickly yanking away several inches. I groan as I feel every inch slipping out. Another squirt of piss stains my crotch before the Argonian shoos her off again. \n“Oh look at you, poor creature.” \nhe is talking to me. \n“Have an accident? Why don’t we get you out of all that gear, eh?”\n————————————————————\n\tTakes straddles my hips and grabs the shaft of the arrow. Squirming, I groan and grit my teeth as he wrenches the fletching towards himself, driving the tip upwards through my guts. I shout painfully as the sharp arrowhead carves into my stomach before he snaps the shaft at my skin, leaving the head suspended inside of me. I gag, feeling the steely taste of blood in the back of my throat. The Argonian moves to my side and crouches to pick up my arm by the wrist. I push at him weakly with my other hand, but he swats it away and his fist violently strikes me across the face. \n“Do that again, and I rip all your claws off.” \nI cough, blood seeping from my nostrils and mouth. Takes unties my bracer and slides it off, then unravels the burgundy silk encompassing my forearm and hand. He sifts the fabric between his fingers before tossing it aside. He then takes my arm and bends it at the elbow, sliding my arm under the small of my back. He steps over me, and does the same to my other arm, tossing the silk and bracer onto the ground next to the others. Both my arms are pinned under me, arching my back as he sits down at my feet. \nResting my heels on his lap, he unties my guards and tosses them into the armor pile. On each footpaw, he slowly unwinds my gold silk wrappings; the air cools my damp fur as each layer peels away. He tosses the sweaty wraps aside. The clannfear snags one and makes off into the brush with it. Takes grabs one of my bare feet by the arch and dusts off the sole. He holds it near his face, massaging it gently. My heart flutters and leaps into my throat as he handles my paw. \n“Heh, they hardly smell. Good kitty, I like my meat clean.” he teases. My sex betrays my will, becoming slick with anticipation. He smells me in the air. \n“Oh? You like when I rub your paws? You’ve had a rough one, haven’t you? They must be sore.”\nHe continues massaging my pads. \n“Don’t worry. It’ll get worse.”, he says with a chuckle. My watering eyes give him a silent plea. He grins, kissing the soft, clammy pads of my foot before setting it down.\n\tMoving upwards, he reaches under my skirt and grabs the waistband of my leggings. His claws tear through the light fabric and shred them down the wet center and the insides of the legs. He pulls the tattered garment free and pushes the front of my skirt over my hips, exposing my dripping pink sex and pucker. I whimper as he lowers his broad snout to my piss – soaked nethers and inhales deeply. I notice the throbbing bulge in his pants. \n“Mmmm. I knew I smelled you coming a mile away. Heh, you pissed yourself? Really?” \nI twitch as my captor swipes the tip of his claw through my slit. \n“Such cute pink holes you have. I think I’ll use them.”\nI shudder as he slides a clawed finger into my cunt and explores the inside, claw tip threatening to shred my vaginal wall. After a moment, he retracts his finger with a wet pop and rises to his feet. He licks some of my sex off of his hand. \n“Such sweet nectar, for a cat. I’m going to enjoy you.” \nHe grabs the hem of my skirt and pulls it from my waist, lifting my paws as he slips it off. He then drops my legs back down and kicks them apart, and crouches over my chest. One hand grabs the side of my face, a slimy thumb working under my lips. I taste myself on his scales. His other hand pulls my necklace from the collar of my leather top. He brings a curved dagger out from his belt and slides the tip under my garment, blade facing up. The boiled leather parts like paper as he slides the wicked blade down the middle. As he finishes the cut, the halves fall away from my chest, exposing my petite apple – sized breasts. \n“Ah, look at these supple cuts of meat. My, what soft fur you have.”\nHe kneads them slowly, pinching at my small pink nipples as he plants a threatening kiss on my throat. As he steps back, he looks over my naked, quivering body as if I were a slab of meat. Smirking, he plants the heel of his boot over my navel and drives it into my arched belly, forcing some of my innards to surge out of my sundered gut. \n“NNNNGHH!” \nStraining my shoulders, I pull my arms out from under my back to grab his boot as it twists into me. \n“GODS…PLEASE!” \nBlood and saliva spray from my mouth as I cry out. To my relief, he pulls off. \n“gahhagh...” \nI sob as I grasp at my spilling entrails.\n“Don’t look so gloomy, lunch – meat. Let me cheer you up before I tear that beautiful hide from your body.” \n————————————————————\nThe Argonian steps towards me, and I kick my leg out, trying to keep him at bay. \n“Gah!”\n He hisses as my toe – claws slash his thigh. Annoyed, he catches my paw by the heel and toes and twists, snapping my ankle. I howl as pain fills my leg and my foot is dislocated. Takes undoes his belt and unsheathes a ribbed pink, nine – inch shaft, a sight that would have made me salivate any other day. The lizard crouches on his knees between my legs and grabs my hips, pulling me up onto his lap. He rubs the head of his slick member from my tail to my clit, teasing at the openings of my holes. \n“no…noo...”\nI protest weakly, trying to push him away. As I let go of them, my innards start spilling back out, and I am forced to quickly grapple them back into place. \n“Ah-ah, might wanna take care of those!” \nMy captor laughs as I struggle to keep my entrails contained. Takes presses his tip up to my cunt hole, and thrusts in with a smooth motion. \n“Ahhh~!” \nA pleasured moan escapes my bloody lips as his shaft stretches my opening. A scaly palm presses down on my lower belly, squeezing my bladder, and my crevice grows warm as it empties on his shaft. He strikes my face again. \n“Filthy creature! You’ll be cleaning that off.” \nStars dance in my vision as he stands up on his knees and leans over me, taking my hips with him, putting a crease in my midsection. With one hand supporting his weight at my side and the other gripping my rear, he pumps downwards into me, my legs hugging his sides. His nine inches proves much more than enough to span my small passage, and I feel its head punching into my cervix, pushing my womb into my stomach. The added pressure of having my cunt pointed skyward and penetrated like this threatens to push my entrails further out. Whimpering, I try desperately to keep them at bay, my hands slick with blood and slime. Gradually, Takes rams into me harder and faster, watching my breasts and stiffened nipples bounce about loosely on my chest. He grins as he sees my bundle of guts surge with every thrust, blood dripping from the arrow – hole above them. He squeezes in as far as he can, ejaculating directly into my womb, then leans up next to my ear, his scaly lip against my cheek, \n“Heh, for a walking pelt, you make a pretty good cock warmer.” \nHe pulls out abruptly, unceremoniously dropping my waist and legs to the ground. I breathe, feeling my guts retract slightly, the pressure relieved. Takes moves to my side and rolls me over onto my front. \n“On your knees.” \nSniffling, I ease my legs up under my body, the pain in my abdomen searing as I work the muscles. I begin to sit up. Takes grabs the back of my head and slams my face into the dirt. \n“I didn’t tell you to do that, prey. Show yourself to me.” \nTears well up in my eyes and I begin sobbing again as I kneel with my face on the ground, lifting my hips into the air, presenting my palette to him. He moves behind me, squeezing my haunches, and spreads my crevice wide open. A thumb presses against my pucker, its owner amusedly watching it flex and clench along with my mewling and heavy, terrified breaths.\t\n\tMy face is pressed into the ground as my hands are occupied with my now dangling innards. They hang loosely from my sundered belly, now that I am facing down, and more start slipping out past my fingers, trailing further from my wound. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that the clannfear has returned. She inches over mischievously, pushing her snout into the crease between my leg and belly to sniff and lick at my dripping sex. Her firm tongue tip finds the arrow hole and pokes into it, tickling my leaking stomach. \nTakes lays his shaft between my cheeks, sliding across my slit and anus. I feel him grip my tail and pull it up, resting his tip against the soft pink pucker. Just as he starts to push in, his pet snaps her jaws closed over some of my intestine, pinching my fingers. \n“uuuurrrghhhhh” \nI feel it slipping out of me. \n“Raptie! Put that down! Leave it!” Takes snaps at his pet, who drops my guts and retreats to the side, grumbling. Now a three – foot loop of my small intestine rests, bloody, in the dirt. He turns his attention back to me. \n“Huahhhh!” \nMy tongue sticks out. I gasp as I feel him squeeze inside and fill my rectum. My tight tail hole rips around his ribbed shaft as it takes his girth. My captor shudders. \n“Fuuck, can you even use that thing?” \nhe laughs. His whole length begins to slide in and out of me faster than the walls of my colon can keep up. I feel myself prolapsing slightly as he pulls out and then plunges back in, I hear a wet sloshing as he churns up my intestines from the inside. As he fucks my innards, my ruined bowels seem to have had enough. I feel a pressure building in my rectum, even aside from his girth. \n“s..st-stop… p… lease….” I say between thrusts.\n“oohhhhhh...” \nSuddenly, thick, wet feces begins to gush out of my ruined tail hole, the pistoning cock having disrupted what frail control I had over my own guts. \n“mmuhhhhh…” I moan weakly as my bowels empty themselves. \nTakes pulls out briefly, followed by a gush of liquid waste sputtering from my loose hole, his shaft is covered in my refuse. \n“Shit! I guess you can, you filthy piece of meat.”\n I pant as he slides himself back in. \n“It’s okay, kitty. You’ll clean that off, too.” \nbeneath the fur, my ears and cheeks flush red with humiliation. I wish he would just kill me, but his shaft continues to slide in and out of my filth – caked rectum. I feel abrasion from the contents of my earlier meal as he uses my waste for lubricant. My exposed viscera continue to sway as he violates my tail hole. Finally, I feel a hot gush as he finishes inside of me, pumping my ruined colon full of his seed. He pulls out with a wet slop. A viscous mixture of white goo and fecal matter splattering out of me between pockets of air, oozing down my slit and lower belly before dripping to the ground.\n————————————————————\n\tAfter my assailant dismounts me, he flips me onto my back and grabs me by the hair, I wince as he tugs, dragging me up to a nearby tree. More of my intestine slips through my fingers. The clannfear follows closely. He props me up against the base of the trunk, crouches over me and grabs me under the chin. \n“Time to clean me up, prey. Show me how you groom yourself.”\nHe stands up, pressing his filth – caked prick into my lips. The smell of my own feces and piss is nauseating. When I recoil in disgust, he knees my snout, bashing the back of my head against the tree. My vision clouds for a moment, and my ears ring. Through blurry eyes, I see my captor’s pet ease up behind him, snatching up my loose gut strand and slurping down several feet of it, then using its arms and jaw to sever the section. Bewildered, I see my bowel disappear down its maw. \nThen she steps up behind Takes to sniff at my filth – covered crotch. A thick, firm tongue slides in between the cheeks of my squished rear, sliding over my bleeding, cum – drenched tail hole and slit. She begins lapping up the waste and fluids around my nethers and lower torso. I hear muffled speech as my senses come back into focus. \n“… cat, do as I say.” \nThe erect cock is pressed against my lips again. Blood pours from my nostrils as I sniffle, giving my captor a defiant glare, but my watering eyes betray me. Laughing, he grabs my chin and clamps his hand around my mouth and busted snout. I gasp out of the sides of my mouth but I cannot catch any air. After a few moments, my face tells him all he needs to know. He releases me.\nI squeeze my eyes shut and hesitantly poke out my tongue to touch his tip. He grabs the back of my head and forces himself into my maw. Instantly, the sick concoction of my blood, urine, fecal matter and his cum invade my taste buds, smearing all over the inside of my mouth and throat. It is too much to bear. My punctured stomach contracts, I feel its contents travel back up my throat, and my half – digested meal spews out onto the Argonian’s shaft and waist. A heavy smack rends my cheek, torquing my head to the side, as the chunky pink mixture spills out of my mouth. My filth spackles my lips, chest and belly, sticking to the now tacky surface of my drying, exposed intestines. \n“Fool, you made me tear your beautiful hide. Now you get to work harder, meat – bag” says Takes, pulling my mouth back over his dripping cock. \nGagging and sobbing, I work my rough tongue over his throbbing shaft and head. I scrub over the ridges on the sides and underside, collecting his cum and my filth in my saliva. \n“Swallow, cock – sleeve.” \nMy lips curl as I choke the mixture down my throat, almost vomiting halfway through. \n“Now get the rest.” \nHe pulls my head to his waist, driving his prick halfway down my throat. My tongue cleans under the sleeve at the sensitive base of his cock as well as the scales around it before he pushes me away. I gasp for air as he slides out of my maw, thick strands of slobber still trailing from my tongue to his head. I notice the clannfear has licked my lower half mostly clean. \n“That’s a good little cut of meat.” \nHe draws a dagger. \n“Now, sit still for me.”\n He smacks the pommel into the side of my head, I hear a crack and everything goes dark.\n————————————————————\n\t[i]What a strange dream[/i]. \nI crack my eyes open, the throbbing pain in my head still so prominent. I lie on my back, looking groggily around. I first notice something in my mouth. Some kind of brace has been forced into my teeth and strapped around my muzzle, spreading my jaws wide. My tongue lolls about, and saliva seeps from my lips. The opening of my throat feels dry as I breathe through it due to my clogged nose. \nAs my hazy vision clears, I focus on a creature that hovers near me. It’s a clannfear. My heart sinks, and suddenly my nerves roar back to life. My nose is clogged with blood, I taste globs of cum and my own refuse still in the corners of my mouth. My guts seem to have been replaced with hot coals. Now, though, I notice a new, searing pain in my legs. I look down and gasp in horror. \n“Hey, heh, you’re finally awake” \nTakes sets my leg down, brandishing his short curved knife. Both of my lower legs have been peeled of their skin. Between my ankles and knees, the red, sinewy tissue lies bare to the elements. The flaps of my pelt still cover them, but are no longer attached, like jackets. My chest begins to heave. My captor grabs an ankle and slices his knife into the inner side of my calf, carving a deep, long gash into the meat. I grimace and whine as he does the same to the other side. He retrieves a contraption that rests on the tree, an iron gambrel. \n[i]Isn’t that for [b]deer[/b]? [/i]\nMy mind starts to panic. It is only then that I realize the device has been rigged to a rope slung over a branch of the nearby tree, coiled on the ground by my paws. Takes begins to slide one of the hooked ends of the gambrel into the cut on the side of my calf. \n“AaughHH!” \nI try to grit my teeth around the maw – spreader, as the cold metal invades my calf meat. Takes steps over me, moving to the other end of the rope. \n“Hang in there, kitty.” \nHe chuckles at his half – hearted joke as he yanks hard on the rope. I yelp as the hooks embed themselves in my legs. He pulls me across the ground with violent tugs, causing my breasts and the bouquet of my intestines sitting on top of my tummy to roll about like jelly. My feet are lifted into the air, then my hips, torso, and finally my head. My hands grasp at dirt as I dangle upside down from the tree a few feet off the ground. The gambrel acts as a spreader bar, splaying my legs to keep my nethers exposed. Blood seeps from the arrow hole, trailing along over my breast, and dripping off a small, stiff nipple.\n————————————————————\n\tI move to cradle my innards again as they threaten to slip out, and Takes grabs my wrists, knife in hand. \n“Those are mine now, meat. Keep your filthy paws off ‘em.” \nHe stands with his waist at my head level, his filth covered, erect penis swipes across my lips as he moves closer, pushing his head into my gaping maw and throat. The overwhelming taste of my own bodily waste assaults my senses once more. He grabs hold of my guts. I reflexively suck my belly in, breathing hard.\n“noh..nohh..” \nMy voice struggles around his cock, and hands protest as he slips more of my hot, slimy intestines out of my belly. He swats them away, continuing to rape my maw. \n“Enough.” \nBut my brain is in survival mode, and my hands shakily move back up to grasp his wrists and pull his hands out of my guts. He violently grabs my wrist. \n“I told you...to behave yourself, you wretched gut – sack.” \nHe pulls out of my throat and yanks my arm aside, placing his knife on the underside of my wrist. \n“Should’ve listened.” \nI scream as he drags the blade across my skin, severing tendons and veins, blood spews from the gash as he saws the blade around my wrist and breaks the joint with a sickening pop. I wretch at the sensation, the bitter twinge of bile fills my maw. Saliva drips from the bridge of my snout. \n“AAHHahahhghh…” \nTears pour from my eyes again as he works off my other hand, I yelp as he snaps and twists it off. He caresses my tear – and – blood stained cheek with one of my disembodied hands, before tossing it to his pet, who snatches it out of the air and curls up with her snack. \n“So sad you won’t be using these anymore…let me do you a favor.” \nHe steps closer, holding my other hand. I feel a pinkie and ring finger slide into my glistening sex, a pointer finger plugs my bleeding tail hole. I sob as they twitch inside of me, violated by my own severed hand.\n\tScaled hands return to my belly, a pink shaft returns to my mouth, my tongue slithers over it almost reflexively. The ragged stumps of my arms, oozing blood with every panicked heartbeat, prod pitifully at my exposed organs and his belly and hips, phantom hands trying desperately to push my torturer away. He shrugs and sighs. \n“Have it your way.” \nHis hand drives through my former navel, scooping around the back of my gut pile and rolling a mass of it forward, squeezing half my intestines out of my belly. \n“Ah!” \nI try to catch the mass of quivering guts as it spills over my front. The hollow sensation in my belly makes me heave again. The Argonian grunts as my throat contracts around his tip. Upside down, the last of the bile in my stomach ejects out of my throat and coats my intruder. Submissively, I start to lick it off without direction. \n“Ahh. Good meat girl, know your place. you’ll be my cock sleeve even after you bleed to death, right up until I toss that rotting, cum – soaked skull to the wolves” \nHe squeezes my rump, then reaches up and places the tip of his knife between the folds of skin hanging loosely around my right leg. I squeal around his cock as he continues the cut along my inner thigh. He does the same to my left leg, slicing my fur down to my crotch and connecting the two cuts on my pubic mound. \nAfter completing the cuts, he grabs the skin of my right leg and pulls firmly, slowly separating it from my body. My teeth grind into the cage in my maw at the searing pain and the sound of tearing paper as he peels the whole sheaf of skin from my thigh. As I continue to scream and sob in agony, my body convulses and spurts of urine jet up from my slit. My piss soaks into my fur and stings the bare muscle of my inner thigh. \n“Tsk… I can’t believe you’re not empty yet. Disgusting animal, you’ll taint my meat.” \nHe begins tearing down the skin of my left leg, baring my thigh muscles and leaving the flaps of hide hanging off of my hips like a skirt. Excess semen oozes from my holes as my body thrashes in pain. He grabs the base of my tail and pulls it away. I feel the fingers of my hand slip out of my holes as the tip of the knife pricks the skin next to my pucker. My hand is tossed to Raptie, the clannfear taking the whole thing into her mouth, rolling the grimy fingers around her tongue before gulping it down whole. I screech as the blade slices in, carving a hole around my ruined anus. The cut continues on either side of my taint to separate the inner and outer lips of my slit, leaving a bloody oval between my legs. It retracts into my pelvis slightly as it is cut free from its surroundings.\n\tHaving been severed from my skin, I lose control of my cunt and rectum. They spill their contents as they jiggle about in my pelvis. Soft feces oozes out with a swirl of thick cum and collects in the surrounding cavity, mixing in a puddle with blood and leaking urine. Takes smells me. \n“Ugh! You filthy cock sleeve! How much shit do you have stuffed inside those bowels?” \nHe reaches a hand between my legs and snaps, gesturing his companion over behind me. She stands up on her hind legs and rests a clawed hand on my rear, head towering over my crotch. \n“Clean that up, girl.” \nChirping excitedly, the Daedra slides her tongue into my new cavity, lapping up the sickening mixture collecting in the cavern of my severed crotch. Takes puts the blade edge between the cunt lips still attached to my body. As Raptie’s long, stiff, slimy tongue slides into my messy tail hole, the knife drags towards my front, slicing my clitoris in two. My throat in tatters, I let out a hoarse, heavy scream, still muffled by Takes’ shaft in my maw. My legs spasm, bringing my knees together protectively around Raptie’s head. She chuffs in protest, shaking her snout. \n“Shhhh, shh.” he chides. “If you move to much, I might slice something important. The last thing you can do for yourself is at least taste good for me.” \nHe finally slices the blade down to my lower belly. My legs tremble as I feel the tongue swirling around my rectum and lower intestine. It feels like it’s poking my stomach.\n\tThe knife flips to carve, blade – up, into the taut skin of my abdomen. A horrible shock rips through my body as I feel the tip gliding over my muscle, gradually splitting the skin of my belly in two. He stops at my sternum, then reaches back up to grip the skin around my hips. With forceful jerking motions, he rips the hide over the creases of my rump and down my back and front. The muscles of my tummy quiver in shock as they are uncovered. The hide sticks around the knotted tissue of my ruined navel, but he slices away the tough flesh with the knife and peels around the cut where I was gored by his pet. He undresses me up to my ribs and shoulder blades. \nEventually, a cloak of my fur hangs upside down around me, my snout poking through the grey fur – covered flaps of my own former belly skin. Takes uses his blade to poke a small slit just above my pelvis, then pauses. He places a hand on my bleeding abdominal muscles, feeling his pet’s tongue poking around the inner wall as she slides the appendage in and out of me like a Vvardvark, slurping up any and all of the contents of my colon as far as she can reach. Even in my agonized delirium, a mortified blush warms my cheeks as I hear the air wetly sputtering out of my tail hole around the oscillating tongue, and the smell of my own colon wafts down to me. My cheeks grow hotter as Takes chuckles at the sound and sight.\n*[i]schlorpf[/i]*\n\tMy eyes roll back as Raptie yanks her slimy tongue from my depths and immediately penetrates my oozing cunt, slipping past my cervix and into my womb, wagging around amidst the balloon of cum.\n\tTakes slips two fingers into the hole at my pelvis, inserting the knife – blade up – between them. His fingers pull the flesh away from my innards as it parts under the knife, slicing my abdomen in two. Its wielder lets out a pleasured moan as he pulls open the flaps of meat, gazing at last upon my naked steaming entrails in all their resplendent, slimy glory. Split to my sternum, my chest cavity is nowhere near deep or wide enough to contain them all, and a mass of intestines spills over my sternum and chin. Their smell is revolting, I gag again, belching out some of the cum in my stomach. My hand – less wrists poke frantically at the cascade of viscera, but the slippery loops only slide over and around them, tangling around my arms and muzzle, as well as the cock that still assaults my maw. \n[i]Gods, please kill me now[/i], I cry in my anguished mind.\n————————————————————\n\tLeaving me to my new struggles, Takes reaches up and cups one of my feet. \n“Time to get these paws off of you.” \nI feel the knife at the back of my ankle. He pulls the blade across. \n“MMMMPHHH!” \nmy muffled scream vibrates around the Argonian’s prick as the tendon is severed. My feet point inwards, toes scrunching and splaying in pure agony as the blade works between the joint and breaks it free. He grips my toes upside down, thumb grasping my pads like the mouth of a struggling fish, swiping the last bits of flesh away to sever my foot completely. Blood pours down my leg and pools in my crotch, much to the delight of the clannfear, before spilling down my back and belly. My lungs fill erratically, my pitiful crying and wailing make taking a full breath impossible. My severed paw is placed on my crotch next to Raptie’s snout, and I feel the blade carving into my other ankle. \nMore screams. More blood. More retching. Sweat saturates my fur as my remaining paw is pulled free. He grips his prize, other hand wrapped around my waist as he climaxes, filling my maw with his gushing seed and forcing me to swallow it down. My empty stomach balloons again with Argonian sperm.\n\tSliding out of my maw, Takes- His-Revenge crouches down in front of me, holding my severed feet by the heels. Through tearful eyes, I stare at my beautiful, jet – black paws, whimpering pitifully. The gold striping glints over my arches. \n“You really like these, eh? Gods, you are a strange one.”\n“uunnnffphh...”\n“Heh, well they’re mine now, but maybe I’ll let you say goodbye to them.” \nHe stands up in front of me, one paw in each hand. Holding them by the arches, he presses the soles together and squeezes his cock between them, right in front of my snout. I smell the sweat on them. My paws never really got very dirty. Raavi used to help me clean them off frequently, when she wasn’t threatening to kill me herself. My mind wanders briefly despite my circumstances, my breath shudders with lust as I remember the white tiger Khajiit’s tongue slithering wetly between my toes, its rough surface always tickled severely. \n“Unf...Almost as tight as that little meat – pussy.” \nI refocus on my captor. After a few moments, Takes grips around my forefeet, pads together, smushing my limp toes around his head. I watch my claws extend and retract as he rubs them over himself. \n[i]How furious she would be…[/i] \nI wonder if Raavi would ever find me. The necromancer would probably try to bring me back and kill me again just for losing her favorite toys. \n[i]She loves my paws almost as much as I do[/i]. \nHe holds one of my feet up to my snout, pads facing skyward, and rests his cock on top. He splays the toes of the other one around his shaft. \n“Lick it, cum – dump.” \nObediently, my tongue slides out over the top of his head, licking his tip as he strokes himself with my dying paw. My tongue tastes the sweat between my toes as it meets them in the middle. He strokes faster before a spurt of cum splashes over my snout, oozing off his head and coating my pads. He wipes himself off with my severed feet. \n“Hold onto these for me, eh?” \nHe shoves my paws into the slit of my belly, burying my cum – soaked toes deep within my steaming intestines.\n\tMy captor then crouches, parting the curtain of gore covering my face, to drag his knife through the hide between my breasts. I feel the blade scraping my sternum. Just then, I feel a nose poke into my tailhole, and a moment later the sharp tip of Raptie’s beak piercing into my perineum. With a rough jerking motion, she rips the entire region from my pelvis. \n*[i]ssshlepfh[/i]* \nMy following agonized wailing carries into the jungle as I feel my cunt and tail hole, along with my bladder, uterus, and colon, torn out of me leaving a gaping hole between my legs. Through slivers of intestine, I catch glimpses of light shining through the massive hole in my pelvis. I am hazily reminded of the speckles of light in the shade tree from earlier. It feels like an eternity ago. \nAs Raptie drops down with my crotch organs in her mouth, I feel my large intestine slipping out of my stomach cavity, sliding between the halves of my skinless rear. \n“Hey!” \nDropping the knife, Takes scrambles over and takes hold of my escaping gut, tugging against his pet. \n“uuunngghhh...” \nMy legs clench as the tug – of – war begins to tear my intestine. It splits, spilling off – white goo from either end and the Daedra slinks off with her snack a few feet away, curling up to snip off one of my ovaries. \n“Heh...well, it’ll keep her occupied.” Takes says as he returns to my chest with his knife. \nDelirium sets in from the pain and I find myself coming in and out of focus on my entrails as my breasts are peeled away from my ribcage. Cuts are made along my armpits and down the inner arms, to my severed wrists. Another shallow cut is made vertically along the length of my throat. \n“mmph...aughh...” \nMy protests are more and more exhausted as the skin is pulled off my arms and neck up to my jaw. My flayed body quivers in the cool shade, bare of skin and fur for the first and last time in my life. I am painted in sinews, patches of fat, blood leaking from wounds and accidental cuts. His hands explore my naked flesh, caressing my legs and sides, thumbs pressing into my taught belly flesh and ribs. He pulls my arms away from my guts to massage their exposed muscles inquisitively. At this point this cruel stranger knows more of my body than I do. Has seen me more intimately than any other. Even Ko’Raava. \n[i]Oh, Raavi… [/i]\nI never told her of my feelings for her. I can only hope she knows. The Argonian is about to see me even more deeply. I feel him pull my filthy paws from my tangle of innards.\n\tHe yanks his device out of my mouth, allowing me to close my sore jaw, but only for a moment. \n“aughh!” \nI wince as he pries my mouth open again. One of the paws is shoved into my maw, my salty pads resting on my tongue, the tip of which is forced out of my lips. Takes pulls one of my golden footwraps out of his satchel on a nearby rock. He squeezes my jaws shut, my sharp teeth piercing the skin and pads of my paw, and winds the silken cloth tightly around my snout. The slimy taste of my insides and his cum coating my savory pads strangely causes me to salivate heavily. It spills out between my teeth and lips onto the blood – soaked grass and dirt. He grabs my other foot under my toes, extending my claws, and holds it up to my inner thigh. \n“This is for earlier.” \nMy claws carve deeply into my muscle in the same place I cut him earlier with a stray kick. Afterwards, my foot is tossed to Raptie as she gulps down the last of my shredded sex and tail hole. She grabs it between her front paws and nips at the toes, biting and snapping one off like a carrot. I hear it crunch in her maw. As I watch the clannfear rip into my foot, her partner – in – murder turns his attention to what’s left of my decimated belly and its contents.\n————————————————————\n\t Takes begins to pull the cascading intestines over the ledge of my ribcage, letting them roll out of me and smack into the bottom of my chin before spilling onto the ground at his feet. A couple loops get tangled on my makeshift gag. He pulls the length of my large intestine back through my pelvis, which wraps around my crotch and slaps my sundered belly on the way back in. Small spackles of filth are slung out onto my abs. He swipes a finger over them to collect it and cleans it off on the inside of my cheek and protruding tongue. As the last of my intestines slide out of my abdominal cavity, still tugging on my stomach, he finds the blood and fur coated arrowhead resting on the bottom of my liver. \n“Hah, look at this!” He rolls it between his fingers. “Covered in your slime.” \nI wince as he sticks it into my side. Raptie licks her chops of my blood and eases over to position herself next to her master, waiting patiently. One of my kidneys is cut out and handed to the beast, her first bite tears it in half, a drizzle of blood spills out, and her second swallows the rest whole. My other kidney is tossed above her in the air. Like a fish to a seal, just a game. I watch her snatch the organ and swallow it up. Scaly hands slide under my liver, flipping it over and pressing into it, inspecting its condition. \n“Such divine quality. Consider yourself lucky to have been harvested so young, we certainly can’t have this go to waste.” \nHe cuts it out, the sharp pain radiates through my ribcage.\n\tMy liver is placed on top of my skirt near the base of the tree, the garment folded over to keep it clean. Back in my guts, he finds my pancreas. Holding it still attached to me, he slices away discs of the elongated organ, which he feeds by hand to his pet. My stumps reach down, but I cannot reach his hands. When my pancreas is gone, my spleen and gallbladder are pinched and ripped out and eaten. Finally, a strong, clawed hand grips my bloated stomach, the cut from the arrow still seeping blood and semen. I gag and break into a cold sweat. \n“Hm. You don’t look so good, need a moment?” \nHe looks at me with a cruel smirk. \n[i]Please just let me die in p[/i] - * [i]hurk[/i] * \nI squeeze my eyes shut as my stomach convulses, the split halves of my belly twitch weakly, and I spew cum and bile around the corners of my mouth and over my foot. The makeshift gag forces some of the mixture through my nasal cavity, my bloody nose is blown out with his cum. It leaks down my face and drips into the puddle of my body fluids as my murderer laughs heartily. I feel him pinch off my stomach and slice into it at the base of my diaphragm. \n“hmmmphh!” \nThe awful sensation prompts my skinless arms to defend me, my useless stumps prod, smearing blood on the legs and torso leather of his armor. I twitch and cough and choke as I feel the blade slowly carving my stomach away from my esophagus. \n“Hey easy!” he yells as one of my stumps bats his still – erect shaft. “I know you want more, I’ll give it to you in a moment.” \nHe cuts my convulsing organ away and lifts it out of my abdomen, plopping the leaking sack into the middle of my pile of intestines. Astonishingly, Raptie waits patiently by, though she does sniff at my organs longingly.\n————————————————————\n\tTakes strokes his fingers along the inside of my now completely gutted abdominal cavity, my arms hang loosely on the ground with nothing more to try and keep inside of me. It tickles in a strange way, and sends shivers up my spine to my exhausted brain. My throat burns consistently, as if mid – heave. His hands rub my hewn belly, stretched and concave without my organs as my arms hang loosely. \n“Probably the thinnest you’ve looked in years, but you’ve really lost an unhealthy amount of weight.” \nI moan softly around my paw – gag. His eyes glance towards my bundled liver. \n“Well, all this work I've put into you has me famished. I suppose we can take a break, Raptie. I don’t think this one will mind.” \nChirping exitedly, the clannfear sets to work devouring my gut pile, I see sections of my own bloody intestine shredded and torn away, oozing of slime and filth and semen. Takes makes his way over to retrieve his meal. Setting it in front of me, he sits cross – legged and cuts away a piece of the tip of my liver, slipping it into his pointed teeth. He crushes and grinds away at my meat, rolling it around his tongue to savor my taste. \n“Mmm, you really are quite good,” he says. “Perhaps I can spare you a taste. You did grow it for me, after all.” \nHe slices off another chunk of liver and unwraps my snout, peeling the dripping paw out of my jaws. Then he shoves the morsel into my mouth and holds it shut. \n*cough* “Mmmphh!” *snort* \nTo his great amusement, I struggle against him, attempting to spit out my unwelcome treat. \n“Shh, shh, shh. Chew. Swallow. Don’t waste such fresh, quality meat.” \nHe covers my nose until I comply, renewed tears streaming up my face as I grind my liver into mush. The earthy – metallic flavor coats my tongue and throat as I swallow. I feel the mush travel down – or up – my esophagus, and then feel the mess spurt out into my empty abdomen. Takes chuckles as he watches the chewed slop push out of my throat with nowhere to go, then reaches in to retrieve it and pass it off to his pet before forcing me to lick his fingers clean. \nHe tosses my paw into the gut pile, then plops back down in front of me to enjoy his meal. They take their time. Dazed, I watch slices of my fresh, raw liver being cut away, chewed slowly and swallowed by the Argonian. The clannfear tears the flesh from the sole of my foot and chews on it, nuzzling my guts, apparently unable to commit to any one item. She tears my stomach open, and white goo spills out onto the rest of my innards as she slurps it up. Minutes, maybe an hour go by. I’ve lost track. I see my two killers slurp down every scrap of gut and organ meat they have set aside before they lean back, satisfied, bellies filled – with my belly – I ponder with disgust.\n————————————————————\n\tAfter some time, Takes rises to his feet again. Raptie toys with my severed foot behind him.\n“well, I’d say we’re almost done with you, meat – girl.” \nHe approaches with his skinning knife. \n“Time to claim that pretty pelt for myself.”\nThe wretched blade slices under my chin up to the front of my jaw, then he yanks the pelt off the back of my neck and over my head, cutting the cartilage of my ears from my skull. The pain fills my head and neck, I almost black out. He opens my mouth. I feel the horrible sensation of the knife against my teeth, carving into my gums to separate my lips. Then he bundles up my pelt, places a hand around my bare neck, and pulls. \nI gasp as my face separates. \nHe pulls. I let out a hoarse screech. \nHe pulls again. \nAfter a few grueling moments, my nose rips away from the tip of my snout. My flayed body swings away from my captor as he holds my complete pelt up in the light, marveling at his new trophy. Every muscle on my body trembles either from the naked chill, or the shock of having my hide ripped away. My breathing is erratic and shaky. The Argonian folds up my pelt and crouches down, setting it off to my side. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me close to examine my face. \nI catch a glimpse of myself in his beady yellow eyes. A monster stares back at me. Bared fangs. Wide open, lidless eyes stare frantically. Shreds and scraps of meat cling to exposed bone. My lungs heave again. \n“Now,” \nThe lizard leans in, his tongue strokes the underside of my chin, my neck, and down the middle of my chest. \n“Let’s hear you sing for me.” \nThe blade carves into the front of my throat.\n————————————————————\n\t“GUGHHH!” \nI exclaim as the knife slices deeper into my neck. I tremble as the blade clips a small hole into my arteries, then slides out. Takes steps back. My stumped arms grasp frantically at my slit gullet. \n“mmmph…mmphhgghh” \nBlood wells up in my throat, bubbling out of the cut and the back of my tongue. Small streams begin to spill around the bare teeth of my upper maw. The hot liquid coats my stumps and neck, the sides of my head. My eyes burn as they dart around, searching for nothing in particular. \n“Ahh...” \nTakes lets out a shaky breath as he strokes himself, watching me struggle. Listening to my desperate choking and gurgling. He moves forward and slides into my maw once more. My mouth is filled again with the (now) semi – clean member, it pushes deep into my spasming throat. With his hands on my sides, Takes pumps vigorously into my bleeding throat, stretching my neck and spilling more blood with each thrust as he strangles me with his cock. My only saving grace is the minute amount of air seeping through my grievous neck wound through spatters of blood.\n Inhaling the hot liquid, through my severed trachea causes me to cough and retch endlessly as my throat is violated. My esophagus is filled with cum as another glob of seed fills me. It gushes out into my empty stomach cavity, pooling in my chest. Some of the liquid oozes out of my slit throat and seeps down the muscles of my neck.\n\tAs he pulls out, Takes looks into my lidless green eyes. \n“Why don’t I treat myself to dessert?” \nHe works the tip of the knife under my eye. I try to scream, but I only wheeze. Blood collects in my throat and I go into a coughing fit as he scoops my eyeball out with a wet pop, still attached at the nerve. My remaining eye watches him pop it into his mouth, crushing it between his teeth like a grape. A spurt of fluid lands on my face. \n“l...leasse k – kill...n..nee” I wheeze out between labored, bubbling breaths. \nMy lack of lips makes my speech slurred and odd as I try to form the pleaful words between my tongue and teeth.\n”You’ll die soon, cat. Maybe you have an hour left, but we’re not quite done yet.”\nHe chews on the remnants of my eye and swallows. \n“I need to prepare this pelt, don’t run off now.” \nWith that, he leaves me to hang, bleeding out slowly, as he fills a waterskin – made of some questionable material – in a nearby stream. He sits down in front of me, unfurling my pelt, and begins cleaning off my fur with the water and a cloth. I whimper and gurgle and choke, suffocating in my own blood, sucking wet breaths through my slit throat. I watch him wipe the residual vomit from my chest skin and breasts, the blood from my grey belly fur, the filth around my tail hole. The gold stripes on my fur glimmer in the sunlight as he brushes the dirt away. For perhaps half an hour, I suffer against the blood draining from my body, struggling for breath and consciousness. \n[i]I’m…a fighter...I...can’t...die…here... [/i]\nMy vision blurs as blood loss takes its toll. A hard smack on my face brings me back to the moment. \n“Ah, ah, ah. Stay with me, you pathetic thing. There’s something I want to show you.” \nBefore me, my flayed hide is unfurled, ears, breasts, tail and all still attached, my black fur and golden markings glow in the setting sun. It still baffles me, to think of my own skin, so guarded I am of my body, being worn and displayed, naked, as a trophy in front of any and all who would witness it. He swings my pelt over his shoulders and ties the arms over his chest, before pulling my face up over his head like a hood. My mouth lies agape, one of his horns protrudes out of an eye. My hollow eyes stare back at me, into me, the haunted expression on my own twisted face burns into my retinas.\n\tMy captor stands up and rests a hand on my cheek. \n“Heh, not much left in you, is there? At least you know how bountiful your little body was for myself and my companion. Be glad it was me who killed you, and not some common bandit who would leave your mangled corpse to rot.” \nHe ponders my exposed flesh. \n“What a waste that would have been.” \nHefting the knife in his hand, he plants a kiss on my bloody snout. \n“Now, one last thing before I take that pretty little head.” \nHe drives the knife deep into my eye socket. \n“gughh!” \nA surprised gurgle escapes my throat as the blade punches through my skull. He twists, the crack and snap of bone is deafening. Pain erupts through my head as my brain cavity is carved open. The knife is retracted and used to dig out my other eyeball. I hear it pop between his teeth. Blinded, my world comes in black and white pulses of agony. I feel the tip of his erect penis pop into my eye socket, then past the breached cranium. A sickening squelching noise accompanies the sharp stabbing pain of his entry. He thrusts hard, my body stiffens. Slowly, I feel the head of his cock penetrate my soft brain matter. The ruined jelly is displaced by his girth, squeezed out on the sides of his shaft and dropping to the ground. \n*[i]schlorp...schlorp...schlorp...[/i]*\n “unghhh..” \nMy thoughts dissolve in a confusion of pain and lights as every thrust scrambles my brain. My body convulses violently as claws tear into my diaphragm, grasp my sore lungs, and rip them out of my ribcage. My chest heaves, a desperate grab for air, as a hand reaches back in and squeezes around my heart. My teeth clench as it is slowly torn free. Blood and saliva spill from my mouth. He speaks, but the words are jumbled, muffled. The sloshing in my head gradually gives way to a high-pitched ring. \nAfter some time, I feel a warm gush inside my skull, followed by an ooze from my eye socket as the member retracts. A hand grasps my muzzle, a blade enters my throat and begins sawing away at my neck. Hot blood gushes over my head now, as my body shudders in its death throes. Scraping in my spine. I feel a crack. My head is cut free from my dying body. I am mostly gone now, but in my final moments I register that my head is now right side up. \nI feel a throbbing erection work its way under my severed neck. The all – too – familiar vomiting sensation accompanies my stretching gullet as the nine – inch shaft slides up into my throat, then my mouth and across my tongue. Scaly hands grip the sides of my meaty skull as the cock pumps through my throat and maw. My dying tongue cups tightly around his shaft. \n[i]Oh… [/i]\nMy fading thoughts reflect on my brief life. Everything I've done, the things I've survived, and it’s here I have died, my own head and neck used as a murderous Argonian’s cock – sleeve. I feel another gush of seed coating my tongue and face. As my murderer defiles me, the ringing overtakes my frenzied mind, then goes silent. Finally, I escape into the cold arms of death. ~\n————————————————————\n\t~As he finishes in the Khajiit girl’s mouth, Takes – His – Revenge lovingly strokes the fleshy skull of his latest victim, looking into her cavernous dead eye sockets and gaping, toothy maw. What a treat she was, to have stayed alive until the very end. He hadn’t initially intended to kill an innocent girl when he came out to these lands, but such exquisite prey could not be ignored. Besides, having evidence of his successful kill would reinforce his facade. \nThis whole hunt was part of his scheme to take down an infamous slaver here in Pellitine known as Lady Ghisiliane, an Aldmeri noblewoman who organizes hunting excursions for Tamriel’s elite. The twist? They hunt people. An avid freedom fighter, Takes aims to eliminate her and put an end to this profitable operation, but along the way, he was met with a certain weakness of his. An unfortunate Khajiit girl with gorgeous fur happened to catch his eye. He put in a tip on her location and had her kidnapped by the hunt organizers as his prey. Perhaps it was a little hypocritical. \n[i]So, what? I got a little self indulgent, but his new pelt will help me gain their trust.[/i]\n\t He feels her tongue go limp under his cock. The Argonian rests on his bedroll now, the stars dot the night sky above Pellitine. He lies under the gently swaying body of his prey. Exhausted, he reasons that her corpse can hang overnight. Gutted, and with the cool air moving in, her meat will be okay for the next few hours. He beckons, and his beloved, if mischievous, Daedric companion begins to lick him, cleaning the cum, blood, and brain matter from the inside of Nadia’s mouth and around his cock, locked in a passionate kiss with the dead Khajiit. He sighs as their rolling tongues massage him slowly. Afterwards, with Raptie curled up next to him, he rests, Nadia’s horrifying visage still impaled around his shaft.\n\tIn the dim light of early dawn, Takes slips Nadia’s meaty skull off of his cock and packs it away, wrapping up in her discarded skirt. \n[i]You may be dead, but my new toy won’t get off so easily.[/i]\nHe moves over to her body with his knife and takes his final harvest. He cuts away tender slabs of her thighs and rump, and wraps them in scraps of her spare garments. Both halves of her belly meat are cut out as well, perhaps to be sliced, salted and smoked for fresh bacon along his journey. Finally, he reaches into her empty stomach cavity and cuts away the long straps of meat along her spine. These will be good to slice and cure for the road. \nThese are wrapped, along with her belly meat, in her silken hand and foot wraps for safekeeping and added to his satchel. Finally, Takes loosens the rope, and Nadia’s partially stripped skeleton collapses to the ground. He pulls the gambrel from her legs and coils it with the rope. With everything packed, he sets off to brandish his prize, and to kill his true target. He and his companion move out to find the noblewoman and her entourage. They leave Nadia’s Bloody skeleton resting in the wet dirt at the base of the tree. It matters little to them, the girl was only a collateral slaughter, peripheral to a higher objective.\n\n\n\n_______________________________________\n\nEpilogue\n________________________________________\n\tTakes-His-Revenge stands at the gate of a ghastly cottage in the marshes of central Glenumbra. His clannfear accompaniment paces impatiently behind him. She carries a large bundle on her back. Some time has passed since his encounter with the unfortunate Nadia Al-Rihad. He had assumed to be done with her, however shortly after leaving the cat girl’s corpse in the Pellitine wilderness, he began to hear talk of a “deathless Khajiiti assassin” a black cat with unnatural golden stripes that always seemed to reappear across Tamriel, no matter her supposed fate. Tales abound of necromantic rituals, unholy dealings that bridge the liminal space between life and death. Such tales have led him here. The old wooden gate opens with a creak. He enters slowly, striding past gravestones and bones illuminated by torchlight.\n\tThe marsh is alive with chirping crickets and croaking frogs as he moves towards the ominous cottage. He stops short of the open entryway. \n“Witch! Show yourself!” He calls into the night. \nThe marsh stands in deathly silence. Suddenly, every torch and fire in the area is simultaneously extinguished. The smell of blood stings the air, whispers echo out from all directions. In the cottage, a dark red mist begins to drift up from the cobblestone floor, filling the small room. It forms a dense cloud that lazily rolls towards the entryway. Spilling out of the door frame, the Miasma gradually twists up into a pillar, dissolving slowly into a humanoid form, mid – stride. \nGhostly white paws tread along the dark earth, a deep blue half – skirt billows out behind the figures legs, gold trim glinting in the moonlight. A black steel crest adorns the shoulders and chest, affixed with two fabric loops that swaddle the breasts and nothing more. The end of a wicked black trident stabs into the dirt. The paws drift to a halt. At long last, Takes gazes into the two burning red eyes of the so – called necromancer Ko’Raava.\n\tBehind wavy, shoulder – length white hair, the vampire’s steely gaze matches his. Her white fur, emblazoned with pale black stripes, seems to glow under the full moon. A long tail sways like spider silk in the breeze. They face off in silence. After a long moment, he sees her glare fixate on the black, gold – striped pelt tied over his shoulders. He smirks. \n“Looking for something?” \nHe pulls Nadia’s severed, mangled paw from his satchel and tosses the filthy, blood – soaked appendage towards the vampire. She snatches it out of the air, rolling it over to observe the gold striping over the arch. Her nostrils flare, the bones of Nadia’s paw crack and snap as her monstrous grip tightens around it. Takes watches the muscles of her bare midriff tense with fury. His yellow eyes narrow slightly. He knows she requires sacrificial components from other Khajiiti subjects to rebuild her toy, but he isn’t sure just how important Nadia is to this entity, nor whether she even cares to spend the time locating and gathering another hapless lady cat. \n“Speak.” Her voice hisses. \nThe Argonian’s lips part in a wicked grin. \n“Heard you were in the market for cat parts. Perhaps I can acquire them for you. For a price.” \nThe vampire looks at Nadia’s pelt. Her eyes narrow. \n“Come with me.” Ko’Raava gestures with Nadia’s foot, turning and disappearing into the cottage. \nTakes turns to Raptie, who follows in stride. \n“Looks like we could have our favorite meal all over again, girl.” \nThe two disappear into the cottage to accompany the vampire.\n————————————————————\n\tAs they enter the cottage, Takes eyes the tables spread about the circumference of the walls. All are populated with jars filled with various body parts suspended in some sort of liquid, as well as a mess of papers and alchemy equipment. A cauldron in the middle of the room bubbles with a curious substance resembling liquid gold. \n[i]Could this be- [/i]\n“Sit.” \nThe vampire awaits him, seated at one end of a long table, crossing her legs. Nadia’s foot rests on the table in front of her. Takes pulls a chair out at the other end of the table and leans towards Ko’raava. \n“I understand that you require certain… subjects to continue your work with our mutual acquaintance.” \nHe gestures towards Nadia’s foot. \n“Admittedly, I've grown an affinity towards this one, and I wish to lend my aid to shoulder this burden for you. In exchange, I simply ask for invitation to enjoy Nadia’s body to the same degree as you, and of course that my friend and I may retain her pelt and organs, since we will provide the replacements for your, erm, resurrection.” \nKo’Raava purrs softly. “What makes you think I would share my prey with you, outsider?” \nThe Argonian sits back, gesturing around him. “I have found your nest, beast. Run, and I will find you again. I have slain many like you before.”\n“Worm. You know not the power I wield.”\n“Nor you, I.” He sighs. “I know about your ‘arrangement’ with the girl. I won’t infringe there. But I insist that moving forward, we share in her torment. Let me ease your burden, lest we become adversaries.” \nThe vampire rests her elbows on the table. Her eyes burn into his. She shifts her attention to her insensible “lover’s” severed foot. She is impossible to read, but after a moment, her expression softens, the white tigress nods. “So it shall be, but we will negotiate further on the organ harvest. Show me what you have brought.”\n“I was hoping you’d say that.”\nTakes turns to his companion, drawing a knife from his belt. He slices open the fabric bundle sitting on her back, and the fresh, naked corpse of a young Khajiiti woman spills out onto the floor. \n“shall we begin?”\nKo’Raava stands up and examines the corpse. She rolls the strangled body onto its back and spreads its limbs apart. The girl appears to be the same age and build as Nadia, her lynx fur is brown with spots and a white belly, but no matter. \n“This one will do. Observe.” \nShe grabs one of the dead girl’s ankles and snaps her fingers. Takes places his dagger in her outstretched palm, which she uses to sever the corpse’s foot. She tosses it aside carelessly, prompting the clannfear to snatch it up and scamper off outside with the appendage.\nTakes rubs his chin. “How does this work?”\n\tThe vampire replaces the foot with Nadia’s and begins to stitch it into place. \n“With a small sample of flesh – in this case her paw – I can reconstruct Nadia’s body from the sacrificial corpse of another, similar Khajiit. From there, it is only a matter of recalling her soul from the sands and filling the vessel.” \nWith the foot attached, the cat grabs a thick brush from one of the tables. She saturates it with the golden liquid from the cauldron and begins painting it onto the naked fur of their corpse. Smoke rises as the molten hot substance begins burning onto the girl’s skin.\n“Runes...of course.” Takes realizes fondly.\n\tAfter an hour of careful decoration, the dead Khajiit lies covered neck to toe in Ko’Raava’s golden runes. \n“Have your pet retrieve this girl. Carry her to the pond behind my hut.” \nTakes calls Raptie over and slings the body over the clannfear’s broad back, leading her around the side of the Vampire’s cottage. \n“We will submerge her in these waters.” \nThe pitch – black pond reflects the twin moons like a mirror, a small aeonstone cluster sits in the center among the fog. The two slide the body off the clannfear’s back and into the water though dead, the body sinks straight to the bottom. They drag her by the arms to the base of the aeonstone shards. The Khajiit places a cold hand on the Argonian’s wrist. \n“Listen carefully, Rhook. What we do here cannot be done again until the next full moons. We will go our separate ways, and when the time comes, you may return if you wish. She will be ready.”\nHe nods. “Understood.”\n\t“Step back.” \nTakes and his companion retreat slightly as Ko’Raava begins reciting incantations at a whisper. The water glows blue around her hand as she sweeps it across the surface, and the green aeonstone seems to awaken, pulsing and humming rhythmically. Through the murky black, they see the sharp, angular golden stripes begin to smolder on the surface of the body, bubbles rush to the surface as the water boils around the markings. For a moment, the moons appear red in their reflection before the hum of the stones stops suddenly. The roiling water slows to a still ripple. For a long few moments, they all stand in silence. Then, from the shallow bed, a hand slowly breaks the surface. Takes grins pleasurably at what he sees.\n\tA coat of black fur adorned with brilliant golden striations.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Taking a Gambrel

\tI wake with a start, wincing at a twinge of pain behind my right eye. I lie staring at speckles of light through the branches of a low shade tree. My brain throbs as I raise my hand to my head. dried blood cakes my fur and hair.
Must’ve drank more than I thought. Again.
I take a breath and sit up gingerly. Clutching the side of my face, I take in my surroundings, surveying the area through wide green eyes. I am alone, my weapons are gone. The wind rushes through branches and grass, and water flows. Cicadas buzz among the leaves. I brush my scruffy bluish – black, shoulder length hair behind my ear as I look up. The sun sits at the apex of the clear Pellitine sky, beating down on the western plains near – Senchal? I can barely make out the towering walls of the city from under the tree. My home is there, the last thing I remember is having just left Khala, Ko’Raava and Anja at the inn, headed back early for a long night’s rest. Everything after that is blank.
Looking down at myself, I notice that I at least have all my clothes this time. I still sport my usual wardrobe. A black leather top covers my chest, leaving my midriff bare, and straps secure it behind my back. A necklace of rectangular gold plates and an avian skull amulet drape over my shoulders. A short row of small layered plates of black steel fasten onto either of my arms. They offer some protection against the odd glancing blow, but not much more. Not that I need it. My hands are covered by burgundy silk wrappings and leather bracers adorned with gold embellishments. I dust off the ornate black skirt that sits low on my waist, displaying banners of deep red fabric and gold stitching on front and back, the gold hem extends to my knees. A shard of obsidian decorates the waistband. A souvenir from my time in Vvardenfell. Below this, I wear black silken leggings tucked into shoes that consist of leather guards clad in ivory chitin. They are tied over golden silk wrappings that cover my lower legs and arches, baring my heels and clawed toes.
My eyes affix to my midsection, pondering my grey underbelly. I find myself staring into the basin of my shallow, ovular navel, one of my favorite parts of my body and – embarrassingly – one of my most pleasurable. My thoughts drift, recalling all the bewildered partners I've coerced into tentatively swirling tongues and fingers around the sensitive little divot. I slide a finger along its edge. My hand glides over to my side, tracing the deep gold fractals that pattern my soft black fur. I’ve lost count of how many times the odd adversary has threatened to flay me alive for this pelt.
Kind of a thrilling idea, thinking about their knives under my hide…
My toes curl slightly and a chill runs up my spine as my sex moistens. I shake my head.
Damn you, Nadia!
I rub my eyes. That blow must have rattled my brain more than I thought. With an exhale, I regain focus and ease off of the ground, intending to set off towards Senchal.
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\tThe cracked earth crunches under my pads as I groggily plod along. Muddy river banks have begun to dry up in the warmer season. As I meander, I listen to the flowing water, the rustling grass. It’s all so quiet and peaceful. To my left, a beautiful green belt spans the edge of the plain some hundred yards away. In the other direction, I see a distant individual in spirited conversation with unseen company. Another skooma fiend, I figure. I stop to observe for a moment. Something starts to feel strange about their body language. It seems as though – they’re pleading with someone? I see another figure move out from behind a rock, an arrow nocked and drawn from a bow, pointing at the pleading Khajiit. After a moment, the archer looses, and I gasp as I watch the arrowhead pierce through the neck of the poor cat. He collapses. Instinctively, I crouch down, my ears working to hear all around me. It is so very quiet. Suddenly, I hear a faint whistle from the other direction. I dive to the side as an arrow ricochets off of a rock and swipes across my thigh.
That came from the trees, I think to myself as I recover from my roll. I feel the sting of the cut across my leg. Even a semi – accurate shot from that far denotes a skilled archer. With all my might, I push off and bolt across the plain, making for the green belt. One arrow whizzes past, inches from my face. Another snaps off of the chitinous scales of my shin guard. I make it to the brush, lungs burning. I haven’t run that fast in a long while. I slow my breath. The advantage is mine now, prowling here in the jungle. These are my ancestral hunting grounds. With my nose to the sky, I pick up a – curiously familiar – scent and follow it.
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\tAs I pad through the brush, my mind races with questions.
 How did I get out here? Who was that other Khajiit? Who killed him? And most importantly, who would come after me like this?
The latter, unfortunately, is not a short list. After some time and distance, I hear a shuffle. I freeze. A dark figure stalks through the foliage ahead of me, an Argonian, it seems. He moves into a clearing, wielding a bow. I slowly edge closer to the open ground. When he steps close to me, he sniffs and cocks his head. I flex my claws and leap towards him with a snarl. He whips around and draws, but I divert his bow with my hand and his arrow drives past my head into a tree trunk. I swing for his neck, but he barely deflects my arm with his. My claws swipe his cheek and I disappear into the bushes once more.
Damn, a swift one, I curse to myself. I loop around, but he is gone. My blood runs cold. How did I not hear him slip away? Backing away from the clearing, I hear a twig snap in the distance. I follow the sound to an overturned tree trunk and look around, there is no one in sight. My nose twitches.
That smell again.
The faint musty twinge of old armor, Of spilled blood. My heart pounds, sweat drenches my neck and chest as I turn and scan the jungle. For the first time since I can remember, I feel vulnerable. Hunted, like a frightened deer.
Then my ears twitch as I hear the snap of a bowstring.
*THIP*
“AHAUGHH!”
 I squeal sharply, saliva flinging from my lips as an arrow finds my exposed abdomen. It punctures several inches to the left of my navel. I feel the steel arrowhead drill into my innards, embedding itself inside of me.
“Hnnngghh...”
I double over in pain, clutching my belly. Tears well up in my eyes and my hands start to shake. I drop to one knee as I see a shadowy figure step out from the jungle.
“Awe. There, there, kitty. Are you hurt?” his steely voice taunts, as he wipes the blood from the claw – marks on his cheek.
“W...why...” is all my pathetic voice can muster, the arrow makes every breath pure agony.
“Hm. Nadia...Al-Rihad, is it?” he sneers. “I could pick out that gorgeous hide anywhere, after I saw you in the refuge the other night.”
He sniffs the air again, and a smirk bares his pointed teeth.
“Been feeling a little excited, have we?”
I blush, suddenly aware of the damp fabric between my legs. So that was it. Days earlier, when I was making a drop at the outlaws refuge in Senchal, I had noticed an unfamiliar figure lounging in one of the interior rooms. Just someone passing through, nothing abnormal, but the same unmistakable scent. Now that he stands in the light, however, I recognize him as the anti-slaver freedom fighter called Takes-His-Revenge. I used to hear tales of him, a wanted Argonian, back in Morrrowind. He champions a noble pursuit, seeking liberation for his people; however, he has a dark reputation of apparently skinning his victims alive, collecting their pelts.
Oh, gods – My heart sinks – he wants my pelt!
In my state he might just get it. Panic wells up in my chest. With renewed vigor, I spring up, still clutching the arrow in my gut. I turn and trip over the fallen trunk, stubbing my toes hard. I catch myself on hand and knee, but not before driving the arrow further into my entrails.
“urghhh...”
I grimace as I collect myself and take off running as hard as I can. For all that’s worth.
“Mhmhm…Run, kitty, kitty. Try and get away.”
I hear his sing – song and amused laughter behind me. As it grows distant, by body aches and I slow to an awkward limp, suddenly remembering the searing pain in my torso. I glance behind me as I push into another clearing. For a moment, it seems I may have lost him. I start to turn back around, and something slams hard into my chest.
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\tMy back is driven into the ground, the air is knocked from my lungs, and I hear something crack. I gasp and open my eyes, looking down my chest at a pair of thick bluish purple legs. It’s a gods – damned Clannfear, its savage maw held low near my face, emitting a rumbling growl. I breathe hard, adrenaline coursing through me. I can do nothing but watch, wide – eyed, my heart racing. The creature sniffs at my neck, lifts its foot briefly, -
“urgh!”
- and stomps my chest, cracking a rib. Before I can recover, It readjusts, putting its full weight into the center of my tummy.
“Aauuuughh…” I groan as the arrow is squished around inside of me. My hands push at its leg, trying desperately to shove it off of my stomach.
“Uahgh!”
A swift kick pounds my gut and it finally steps off, leaning down to nuzzle my belly. I push on its head, my stomach gurgling as its snout squishes my guts around; blood wells up around the agitated wound that burns in my stomach. Its head cocks curiously, eyes seeming to lock onto my exposed navel. It scrapes a long, sharp claw into my shallow innie, hooking the tip onto the small knot in the center. I yelp as it stabs its claw into me, impaling my sensitive belly button like a toothpick through the skin of an apple. It drags its arm to the side, slicing my navel and belly horizontally.
“aaAAAAAAAHHH!”
 my piercing scream echoes through the trees, causing birds to scatter from the branches. The shock causes my bladder to loosen and spill briefly, soaking my crotch and leggings in urine. Panting, I stare perplexedly down at the small loops of bowel blossoming out of the open wound. It doesn’t make sense that those are my insides. I feel sick to my stomach. Just as the creature leans in for its meal, Takes-His-Revenge strides into the clearing.
“Raptieee…” he growls. “Its hide! Behave yourself!”
He gives the clannfear a light tap upon the nose and his pet recoils, snarling unhappily. It edges closer for a moment, leaning in and snatching a loop of my bowel, quickly yanking away several inches. I groan as I feel every inch slipping out. Another squirt of piss stains my crotch before the Argonian shoos her off again.
“Oh look at you, poor creature.”
he is talking to me.
“Have an accident? Why don’t we get you out of all that gear, eh?”
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\tTakes straddles my hips and grabs the shaft of the arrow. Squirming, I groan and grit my teeth as he wrenches the fletching towards himself, driving the tip upwards through my guts. I shout painfully as the sharp arrowhead carves into my stomach before he snaps the shaft at my skin, leaving the head suspended inside of me. I gag, feeling the steely taste of blood in the back of my throat. The Argonian moves to my side and crouches to pick up my arm by the wrist. I push at him weakly with my other hand, but he swats it away and his fist violently strikes me across the face.
“Do that again, and I rip all your claws off.”
I cough, blood seeping from my nostrils and mouth. Takes unties my bracer and slides it off, then unravels the burgundy silk encompassing my forearm and hand. He sifts the fabric between his fingers before tossing it aside. He then takes my arm and bends it at the elbow, sliding my arm under the small of my back. He steps over me, and does the same to my other arm, tossing the silk and bracer onto the ground next to the others. Both my arms are pinned under me, arching my back as he sits down at my feet.
Resting my heels on his lap, he unties my guards and tosses them into the armor pile. On each footpaw, he slowly unwinds my gold silk wrappings; the air cools my damp fur as each layer peels away. He tosses the sweaty wraps aside. The clannfear snags one and makes off into the brush with it. Takes grabs one of my bare feet by the arch and dusts off the sole. He holds it near his face, massaging it gently. My heart flutters and leaps into my throat as he handles my paw.
“Heh, they hardly smell. Good kitty, I like my meat clean.” he teases. My sex betrays my will, becoming slick with anticipation. He smells me in the air.
“Oh? You like when I rub your paws? You’ve had a rough one, haven’t you? They must be sore.”
He continues massaging my pads.
“Don’t worry. It’ll get worse.”, he says with a chuckle. My watering eyes give him a silent plea. He grins, kissing the soft, clammy pads of my foot before setting it down.
\tMoving upwards, he reaches under my skirt and grabs the waistband of my leggings. His claws tear through the light fabric and shred them down the wet center and the insides of the legs. He pulls the tattered garment free and pushes the front of my skirt over my hips, exposing my dripping pink sex and pucker. I whimper as he lowers his broad snout to my piss – soaked nethers and inhales deeply. I notice the throbbing bulge in his pants.
“Mmmm. I knew I smelled you coming a mile away. Heh, you pissed yourself? Really?”
I twitch as my captor swipes the tip of his claw through my slit.
“Such cute pink holes you have. I think I’ll use them.”
I shudder as he slides a clawed finger into my cunt and explores the inside, claw tip threatening to shred my vaginal wall. After a moment, he retracts his finger with a wet pop and rises to his feet. He licks some of my sex off of his hand.
“Such sweet nectar, for a cat. I’m going to enjoy you.”
He grabs the hem of my skirt and pulls it from my waist, lifting my paws as he slips it off. He then drops my legs back down and kicks them apart, and crouches over my chest. One hand grabs the side of my face, a slimy thumb working under my lips. I taste myself on his scales. His other hand pulls my necklace from the collar of my leather top. He brings a curved dagger out from his belt and slides the tip under my garment, blade facing up. The boiled leather parts like paper as he slides the wicked blade down the middle. As he finishes the cut, the halves fall away from my chest, exposing my petite apple – sized breasts.
“Ah, look at these supple cuts of meat. My, what soft fur you have.”
He kneads them slowly, pinching at my small pink nipples as he plants a threatening kiss on my throat. As he steps back, he looks over my naked, quivering body as if I were a slab of meat. Smirking, he plants the heel of his boot over my navel and drives it into my arched belly, forcing some of my innards to surge out of my sundered gut.
“NNNNGHH!”
Straining my shoulders, I pull my arms out from under my back to grab his boot as it twists into me.
“GODS…PLEASE!”
Blood and saliva spray from my mouth as I cry out. To my relief, he pulls off.
“gahhagh...”
I sob as I grasp at my spilling entrails.
“Don’t look so gloomy, lunch – meat. Let me cheer you up before I tear that beautiful hide from your body.”
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The Argonian steps towards me, and I kick my leg out, trying to keep him at bay.
“Gah!”
 He hisses as my toe – claws slash his thigh. Annoyed, he catches my paw by the heel and toes and twists, snapping my ankle. I howl as pain fills my leg and my foot is dislocated. Takes undoes his belt and unsheathes a ribbed pink, nine – inch shaft, a sight that would have made me salivate any other day. The lizard crouches on his knees between my legs and grabs my hips, pulling me up onto his lap. He rubs the head of his slick member from my tail to my clit, teasing at the openings of my holes.
“no…noo...”
I protest weakly, trying to push him away. As I let go of them, my innards start spilling back out, and I am forced to quickly grapple them back into place.
“Ah-ah, might wanna take care of those!”
My captor laughs as I struggle to keep my entrails contained. Takes presses his tip up to my cunt hole, and thrusts in with a smooth motion.
“Ahhh~!”
A pleasured moan escapes my bloody lips as his shaft stretches my opening. A scaly palm presses down on my lower belly, squeezing my bladder, and my crevice grows warm as it empties on his shaft. He strikes my face again.
“Filthy creature! You’ll be cleaning that off.”
Stars dance in my vision as he stands up on his knees and leans over me, taking my hips with him, putting a crease in my midsection. With one hand supporting his weight at my side and the other gripping my rear, he pumps downwards into me, my legs hugging his sides. His nine inches proves much more than enough to span my small passage, and I feel its head punching into my cervix, pushing my womb into my stomach. The added pressure of having my cunt pointed skyward and penetrated like this threatens to push my entrails further out. Whimpering, I try desperately to keep them at bay, my hands slick with blood and slime. Gradually, Takes rams into me harder and faster, watching my breasts and stiffened nipples bounce about loosely on my chest. He grins as he sees my bundle of guts surge with every thrust, blood dripping from the arrow – hole above them. He squeezes in as far as he can, ejaculating directly into my womb, then leans up next to my ear, his scaly lip against my cheek,
“Heh, for a walking pelt, you make a pretty good cock warmer.”
He pulls out abruptly, unceremoniously dropping my waist and legs to the ground. I breathe, feeling my guts retract slightly, the pressure relieved. Takes moves to my side and rolls me over onto my front.
“On your knees.”
Sniffling, I ease my legs up under my body, the pain in my abdomen searing as I work the muscles. I begin to sit up. Takes grabs the back of my head and slams my face into the dirt.
“I didn’t tell you to do that, prey. Show yourself to me.”
Tears well up in my eyes and I begin sobbing again as I kneel with my face on the ground, lifting my hips into the air, presenting my palette to him. He moves behind me, squeezing my haunches, and spreads my crevice wide open. A thumb presses against my pucker, its owner amusedly watching it flex and clench along with my mewling and heavy, terrified breaths.\t
\tMy face is pressed into the ground as my hands are occupied with my now dangling innards. They hang loosely from my sundered belly, now that I am facing down, and more start slipping out past my fingers, trailing further from my wound. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that the clannfear has returned. She inches over mischievously, pushing her snout into the crease between my leg and belly to sniff and lick at my dripping sex. Her firm tongue tip finds the arrow hole and pokes into it, tickling my leaking stomach.
Takes lays his shaft between my cheeks, sliding across my slit and anus. I feel him grip my tail and pull it up, resting his tip against the soft pink pucker. Just as he starts to push in, his pet snaps her jaws closed over some of my intestine, pinching my fingers.
“uuuurrrghhhhh”
I feel it slipping out of me.
“Raptie! Put that down! Leave it!” Takes snaps at his pet, who drops my guts and retreats to the side, grumbling. Now a three – foot loop of my small intestine rests, bloody, in the dirt. He turns his attention back to me.
“Huahhhh!”
My tongue sticks out. I gasp as I feel him squeeze inside and fill my rectum. My tight tail hole rips around his ribbed shaft as it takes his girth. My captor shudders.
“Fuuck, can you even use that thing?”
he laughs. His whole length begins to slide in and out of me faster than the walls of my colon can keep up. I feel myself prolapsing slightly as he pulls out and then plunges back in, I hear a wet sloshing as he churns up my intestines from the inside. As he fucks my innards, my ruined bowels seem to have had enough. I feel a pressure building in my rectum, even aside from his girth.
“s..st-stop… p… lease….” I say between thrusts.
“oohhhhhh...”
Suddenly, thick, wet feces begins to gush out of my ruined tail hole, the pistoning cock having disrupted what frail control I had over my own guts.
“mmuhhhhh…” I moan weakly as my bowels empty themselves.
Takes pulls out briefly, followed by a gush of liquid waste sputtering from my loose hole, his shaft is covered in my refuse.
“Shit! I guess you can, you filthy piece of meat.”
 I pant as he slides himself back in.
“It’s okay, kitty. You’ll clean that off, too.”
beneath the fur, my ears and cheeks flush red with humiliation. I wish he would just kill me, but his shaft continues to slide in and out of my filth – caked rectum. I feel abrasion from the contents of my earlier meal as he uses my waste for lubricant. My exposed viscera continue to sway as he violates my tail hole. Finally, I feel a hot gush as he finishes inside of me, pumping my ruined colon full of his seed. He pulls out with a wet slop. A viscous mixture of white goo and fecal matter splattering out of me between pockets of air, oozing down my slit and lower belly before dripping to the ground.
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\tAfter my assailant dismounts me, he flips me onto my back and grabs me by the hair, I wince as he tugs, dragging me up to a nearby tree. More of my intestine slips through my fingers. The clannfear follows closely. He props me up against the base of the trunk, crouches over me and grabs me under the chin.
“Time to clean me up, prey. Show me how you groom yourself.”
He stands up, pressing his filth – caked prick into my lips. The smell of my own feces and piss is nauseating. When I recoil in disgust, he knees my snout, bashing the back of my head against the tree. My vision clouds for a moment, and my ears ring. Through blurry eyes, I see my captor’s pet ease up behind him, snatching up my loose gut strand and slurping down several feet of it, then using its arms and jaw to sever the section. Bewildered, I see my bowel disappear down its maw.
Then she steps up behind Takes to sniff at my filth – covered crotch. A thick, firm tongue slides in between the cheeks of my squished rear, sliding over my bleeding, cum – drenched tail hole and slit. She begins lapping up the waste and fluids around my nethers and lower torso. I hear muffled speech as my senses come back into focus.
“… cat, do as I say.”
The erect cock is pressed against my lips again. Blood pours from my nostrils as I sniffle, giving my captor a defiant glare, but my watering eyes betray me. Laughing, he grabs my chin and clamps his hand around my mouth and busted snout. I gasp out of the sides of my mouth but I cannot catch any air. After a few moments, my face tells him all he needs to know. He releases me.
I squeeze my eyes shut and hesitantly poke out my tongue to touch his tip. He grabs the back of my head and forces himself into my maw. Instantly, the sick concoction of my blood, urine, fecal matter and his cum invade my taste buds, smearing all over the inside of my mouth and throat. It is too much to bear. My punctured stomach contracts, I feel its contents travel back up my throat, and my half – digested meal spews out onto the Argonian’s shaft and waist. A heavy smack rends my cheek, torquing my head to the side, as the chunky pink mixture spills out of my mouth. My filth spackles my lips, chest and belly, sticking to the now tacky surface of my drying, exposed intestines.
“Fool, you made me tear your beautiful hide. Now you get to work harder, meat – bag” says Takes, pulling my mouth back over his dripping cock.
Gagging and sobbing, I work my rough tongue over his throbbing shaft and head. I scrub over the ridges on the sides and underside, collecting his cum and my filth in my saliva.
“Swallow, cock – sleeve.”
My lips curl as I choke the mixture down my throat, almost vomiting halfway through.
“Now get the rest.”
He pulls my head to his waist, driving his prick halfway down my throat. My tongue cleans under the sleeve at the sensitive base of his cock as well as the scales around it before he pushes me away. I gasp for air as he slides out of my maw, thick strands of slobber still trailing from my tongue to his head. I notice the clannfear has licked my lower half mostly clean.
“That’s a good little cut of meat.”
He draws a dagger.
“Now, sit still for me.”
 He smacks the pommel into the side of my head, I hear a crack and everything goes dark.
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\tWhat a strange dream.
I crack my eyes open, the throbbing pain in my head still so prominent. I lie on my back, looking groggily around. I first notice something in my mouth. Some kind of brace has been forced into my teeth and strapped around my muzzle, spreading my jaws wide. My tongue lolls about, and saliva seeps from my lips. The opening of my throat feels dry as I breathe through it due to my clogged nose.
As my hazy vision clears, I focus on a creature that hovers near me. It’s a clannfear. My heart sinks, and suddenly my nerves roar back to life. My nose is clogged with blood, I taste globs of cum and my own refuse still in the corners of my mouth. My guts seem to have been replaced with hot coals. Now, though, I notice a new, searing pain in my legs. I look down and gasp in horror.
“Hey, heh, you’re finally awake”
Takes sets my leg down, brandishing his short curved knife. Both of my lower legs have been peeled of their skin. Between my ankles and knees, the red, sinewy tissue lies bare to the elements. The flaps of my pelt still cover them, but are no longer attached, like jackets. My chest begins to heave. My captor grabs an ankle and slices his knife into the inner side of my calf, carving a deep, long gash into the meat. I grimace and whine as he does the same to the other side. He retrieves a contraption that rests on the tree, an iron gambrel.
Isn’t that for deer?
My mind starts to panic. It is only then that I realize the device has been rigged to a rope slung over a branch of the nearby tree, coiled on the ground by my paws. Takes begins to slide one of the hooked ends of the gambrel into the cut on the side of my calf.
“AaughHH!”
I try to grit my teeth around the maw – spreader, as the cold metal invades my calf meat. Takes steps over me, moving to the other end of the rope.
“Hang in there, kitty.”
He chuckles at his half – hearted joke as he yanks hard on the rope. I yelp as the hooks embed themselves in my legs. He pulls me across the ground with violent tugs, causing my breasts and the bouquet of my intestines sitting on top of my tummy to roll about like jelly. My feet are lifted into the air, then my hips, torso, and finally my head. My hands grasp at dirt as I dangle upside down from the tree a few feet off the ground. The gambrel acts as a spreader bar, splaying my legs to keep my nethers exposed. Blood seeps from the arrow hole, trailing along over my breast, and dripping off a small, stiff nipple.
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\tI move to cradle my innards again as they threaten to slip out, and Takes grabs my wrists, knife in hand.
“Those are mine now, meat. Keep your filthy paws off ‘em.”
He stands with his waist at my head level, his filth covered, erect penis swipes across my lips as he moves closer, pushing his head into my gaping maw and throat. The overwhelming taste of my own bodily waste assaults my senses once more. He grabs hold of my guts. I reflexively suck my belly in, breathing hard.
“noh..nohh..”
My voice struggles around his cock, and hands protest as he slips more of my hot, slimy intestines out of my belly. He swats them away, continuing to rape my maw.
“Enough.”
But my brain is in survival mode, and my hands shakily move back up to grasp his wrists and pull his hands out of my guts. He violently grabs my wrist.
“I told you...to behave yourself, you wretched gut – sack.”
He pulls out of my throat and yanks my arm aside, placing his knife on the underside of my wrist.
“Should’ve listened.”
I scream as he drags the blade across my skin, severing tendons and veins, blood spews from the gash as he saws the blade around my wrist and breaks the joint with a sickening pop. I wretch at the sensation, the bitter twinge of bile fills my maw. Saliva drips from the bridge of my snout.
“AAHHahahhghh…”
Tears pour from my eyes again as he works off my other hand, I yelp as he snaps and twists it off. He caresses my tear – and – blood stained cheek with one of my disembodied hands, before tossing it to his pet, who snatches it out of the air and curls up with her snack.
“So sad you won’t be using these anymore…let me do you a favor.”
He steps closer, holding my other hand. I feel a pinkie and ring finger slide into my glistening sex, a pointer finger plugs my bleeding tail hole. I sob as they twitch inside of me, violated by my own severed hand.
\tScaled hands return to my belly, a pink shaft returns to my mouth, my tongue slithers over it almost reflexively. The ragged stumps of my arms, oozing blood with every panicked heartbeat, prod pitifully at my exposed organs and his belly and hips, phantom hands trying desperately to push my torturer away. He shrugs and sighs.
“Have it your way.”
His hand drives through my former navel, scooping around the back of my gut pile and rolling a mass of it forward, squeezing half my intestines out of my belly.
“Ah!”
I try to catch the mass of quivering guts as it spills over my front. The hollow sensation in my belly makes me heave again. The Argonian grunts as my throat contracts around his tip. Upside down, the last of the bile in my stomach ejects out of my throat and coats my intruder. Submissively, I start to lick it off without direction.
“Ahh. Good meat girl, know your place. you’ll be my cock sleeve even after you bleed to death, right up until I toss that rotting, cum – soaked skull to the wolves”
He squeezes my rump, then reaches up and places the tip of his knife between the folds of skin hanging loosely around my right leg. I squeal around his cock as he continues the cut along my inner thigh. He does the same to my left leg, slicing my fur down to my crotch and connecting the two cuts on my pubic mound.
After completing the cuts, he grabs the skin of my right leg and pulls firmly, slowly separating it from my body. My teeth grind into the cage in my maw at the searing pain and the sound of tearing paper as he peels the whole sheaf of skin from my thigh. As I continue to scream and sob in agony, my body convulses and spurts of urine jet up from my slit. My piss soaks into my fur and stings the bare muscle of my inner thigh.
“Tsk… I can’t believe you’re not empty yet. Disgusting animal, you’ll taint my meat.”
He begins tearing down the skin of my left leg, baring my thigh muscles and leaving the flaps of hide hanging off of my hips like a skirt. Excess semen oozes from my holes as my body thrashes in pain. He grabs the base of my tail and pulls it away. I feel the fingers of my hand slip out of my holes as the tip of the knife pricks the skin next to my pucker. My hand is tossed to Raptie, the clannfear taking the whole thing into her mouth, rolling the grimy fingers around her tongue before gulping it down whole. I screech as the blade slices in, carving a hole around my ruined anus. The cut continues on either side of my taint to separate the inner and outer lips of my slit, leaving a bloody oval between my legs. It retracts into my pelvis slightly as it is cut free from its surroundings.
\tHaving been severed from my skin, I lose control of my cunt and rectum. They spill their contents as they jiggle about in my pelvis. Soft feces oozes out with a swirl of thick cum and collects in the surrounding cavity, mixing in a puddle with blood and leaking urine. Takes smells me.
“Ugh! You filthy cock sleeve! How much shit do you have stuffed inside those bowels?”
He reaches a hand between my legs and snaps, gesturing his companion over behind me. She stands up on her hind legs and rests a clawed hand on my rear, head towering over my crotch.
“Clean that up, girl.”
Chirping excitedly, the Daedra slides her tongue into my new cavity, lapping up the sickening mixture collecting in the cavern of my severed crotch. Takes puts the blade edge between the cunt lips still attached to my body. As Raptie’s long, stiff, slimy tongue slides into my messy tail hole, the knife drags towards my front, slicing my clitoris in two. My throat in tatters, I let out a hoarse, heavy scream, still muffled by Takes’ shaft in my maw. My legs spasm, bringing my knees together protectively around Raptie’s head. She chuffs in protest, shaking her snout.
“Shhhh, shh.” he chides. “If you move to much, I might slice something important. The last thing you can do for yourself is at least taste good for me.”
He finally slices the blade down to my lower belly. My legs tremble as I feel the tongue swirling around my rectum and lower intestine. It feels like it’s poking my stomach.
\tThe knife flips to carve, blade – up, into the taut skin of my abdomen. A horrible shock rips through my body as I feel the tip gliding over my muscle, gradually splitting the skin of my belly in two. He stops at my sternum, then reaches back up to grip the skin around my hips. With forceful jerking motions, he rips the hide over the creases of my rump and down my back and front. The muscles of my tummy quiver in shock as they are uncovered. The hide sticks around the knotted tissue of my ruined navel, but he slices away the tough flesh with the knife and peels around the cut where I was gored by his pet. He undresses me up to my ribs and shoulder blades.
Eventually, a cloak of my fur hangs upside down around me, my snout poking through the grey fur – covered flaps of my own former belly skin. Takes uses his blade to poke a small slit just above my pelvis, then pauses. He places a hand on my bleeding abdominal muscles, feeling his pet’s tongue poking around the inner wall as she slides the appendage in and out of me like a Vvardvark, slurping up any and all of the contents of my colon as far as she can reach. Even in my agonized delirium, a mortified blush warms my cheeks as I hear the air wetly sputtering out of my tail hole around the oscillating tongue, and the smell of my own colon wafts down to me. My cheeks grow hotter as Takes chuckles at the sound and sight.
*schlorpf*
\tMy eyes roll back as Raptie yanks her slimy tongue from my depths and immediately penetrates my oozing cunt, slipping past my cervix and into my womb, wagging around amidst the balloon of cum.
\tTakes slips two fingers into the hole at my pelvis, inserting the knife – blade up – between them. His fingers pull the flesh away from my innards as it parts under the knife, slicing my abdomen in two. Its wielder lets out a pleasured moan as he pulls open the flaps of meat, gazing at last upon my naked steaming entrails in all their resplendent, slimy glory. Split to my sternum, my chest cavity is nowhere near deep or wide enough to contain them all, and a mass of intestines spills over my sternum and chin. Their smell is revolting, I gag again, belching out some of the cum in my stomach. My hand – less wrists poke frantically at the cascade of viscera, but the slippery loops only slide over and around them, tangling around my arms and muzzle, as well as the cock that still assaults my maw.
Gods, please kill me now, I cry in my anguished mind.
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\tLeaving me to my new struggles, Takes reaches up and cups one of my feet.
“Time to get these paws off of you.”
I feel the knife at the back of my ankle. He pulls the blade across.
“MMMMPHHH!”
my muffled scream vibrates around the Argonian’s prick as the tendon is severed. My feet point inwards, toes scrunching and splaying in pure agony as the blade works between the joint and breaks it free. He grips my toes upside down, thumb grasping my pads like the mouth of a struggling fish, swiping the last bits of flesh away to sever my foot completely. Blood pours down my leg and pools in my crotch, much to the delight of the clannfear, before spilling down my back and belly. My lungs fill erratically, my pitiful crying and wailing make taking a full breath impossible. My severed paw is placed on my crotch next to Raptie’s snout, and I feel the blade carving into my other ankle.
More screams. More blood. More retching. Sweat saturates my fur as my remaining paw is pulled free. He grips his prize, other hand wrapped around my waist as he climaxes, filling my maw with his gushing seed and forcing me to swallow it down. My empty stomach balloons again with Argonian sperm.
\tSliding out of my maw, Takes- His-Revenge crouches down in front of me, holding my severed feet by the heels. Through tearful eyes, I stare at my beautiful, jet – black paws, whimpering pitifully. The gold striping glints over my arches.
“You really like these, eh? Gods, you are a strange one.”
“uunnnffphh...”
“Heh, well they’re mine now, but maybe I’ll let you say goodbye to them.”
He stands up in front of me, one paw in each hand. Holding them by the arches, he presses the soles together and squeezes his cock between them, right in front of my snout. I smell the sweat on them. My paws never really got very dirty. Raavi used to help me clean them off frequently, when she wasn’t threatening to kill me herself. My mind wanders briefly despite my circumstances, my breath shudders with lust as I remember the white tiger Khajiit’s tongue slithering wetly between my toes, its rough surface always tickled severely.
“Unf...Almost as tight as that little meat – pussy.”
I refocus on my captor. After a few moments, Takes grips around my forefeet, pads together, smushing my limp toes around his head. I watch my claws extend and retract as he rubs them over himself.
How furious she would be…
I wonder if Raavi would ever find me. The necromancer would probably try to bring me back and kill me again just for losing her favorite toys.
She loves my paws almost as much as I do.
He holds one of my feet up to my snout, pads facing skyward, and rests his cock on top. He splays the toes of the other one around his shaft.
“Lick it, cum – dump.”
Obediently, my tongue slides out over the top of his head, licking his tip as he strokes himself with my dying paw. My tongue tastes the sweat between my toes as it meets them in the middle. He strokes faster before a spurt of cum splashes over my snout, oozing off his head and coating my pads. He wipes himself off with my severed feet.
“Hold onto these for me, eh?”
He shoves my paws into the slit of my belly, burying my cum – soaked toes deep within my steaming intestines.
\tMy captor then crouches, parting the curtain of gore covering my face, to drag his knife through the hide between my breasts. I feel the blade scraping my sternum. Just then, I feel a nose poke into my tailhole, and a moment later the sharp tip of Raptie’s beak piercing into my perineum. With a rough jerking motion, she rips the entire region from my pelvis.
*ssshlepfh*
My following agonized wailing carries into the jungle as I feel my cunt and tail hole, along with my bladder, uterus, and colon, torn out of me leaving a gaping hole between my legs. Through slivers of intestine, I catch glimpses of light shining through the massive hole in my pelvis. I am hazily reminded of the speckles of light in the shade tree from earlier. It feels like an eternity ago.
As Raptie drops down with my crotch organs in her mouth, I feel my large intestine slipping out of my stomach cavity, sliding between the halves of my skinless rear.
“Hey!”
Dropping the knife, Takes scrambles over and takes hold of my escaping gut, tugging against his pet.
“uuunngghhh...”
My legs clench as the tug – of – war begins to tear my intestine. It splits, spilling off – white goo from either end and the Daedra slinks off with her snack a few feet away, curling up to snip off one of my ovaries.
“Heh...well, it’ll keep her occupied.” Takes says as he returns to my chest with his knife.
Delirium sets in from the pain and I find myself coming in and out of focus on my entrails as my breasts are peeled away from my ribcage. Cuts are made along my armpits and down the inner arms, to my severed wrists. Another shallow cut is made vertically along the length of my throat.
“mmph...aughh...”
My protests are more and more exhausted as the skin is pulled off my arms and neck up to my jaw. My flayed body quivers in the cool shade, bare of skin and fur for the first and last time in my life. I am painted in sinews, patches of fat, blood leaking from wounds and accidental cuts. His hands explore my naked flesh, caressing my legs and sides, thumbs pressing into my taught belly flesh and ribs. He pulls my arms away from my guts to massage their exposed muscles inquisitively. At this point this cruel stranger knows more of my body than I do. Has seen me more intimately than any other. Even Ko’Raava.
Oh, Raavi…
I never told her of my feelings for her. I can only hope she knows. The Argonian is about to see me even more deeply. I feel him pull my filthy paws from my tangle of innards.
\tHe yanks his device out of my mouth, allowing me to close my sore jaw, but only for a moment.
“aughh!”
I wince as he pries my mouth open again. One of the paws is shoved into my maw, my salty pads resting on my tongue, the tip of which is forced out of my lips. Takes pulls one of my golden footwraps out of his satchel on a nearby rock. He squeezes my jaws shut, my sharp teeth piercing the skin and pads of my paw, and winds the silken cloth tightly around my snout. The slimy taste of my insides and his cum coating my savory pads strangely causes me to salivate heavily. It spills out between my teeth and lips onto the blood – soaked grass and dirt. He grabs my other foot under my toes, extending my claws, and holds it up to my inner thigh.
“This is for earlier.”
My claws carve deeply into my muscle in the same place I cut him earlier with a stray kick. Afterwards, my foot is tossed to Raptie as she gulps down the last of my shredded sex and tail hole. She grabs it between her front paws and nips at the toes, biting and snapping one off like a carrot. I hear it crunch in her maw. As I watch the clannfear rip into my foot, her partner – in – murder turns his attention to what’s left of my decimated belly and its contents.
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\t Takes begins to pull the cascading intestines over the ledge of my ribcage, letting them roll out of me and smack into the bottom of my chin before spilling onto the ground at his feet. A couple loops get tangled on my makeshift gag. He pulls the length of my large intestine back through my pelvis, which wraps around my crotch and slaps my sundered belly on the way back in. Small spackles of filth are slung out onto my abs. He swipes a finger over them to collect it and cleans it off on the inside of my cheek and protruding tongue. As the last of my intestines slide out of my abdominal cavity, still tugging on my stomach, he finds the blood and fur coated arrowhead resting on the bottom of my liver.
“Hah, look at this!” He rolls it between his fingers. “Covered in your slime.”
I wince as he sticks it into my side. Raptie licks her chops of my blood and eases over to position herself next to her master, waiting patiently. One of my kidneys is cut out and handed to the beast, her first bite tears it in half, a drizzle of blood spills out, and her second swallows the rest whole. My other kidney is tossed above her in the air. Like a fish to a seal, just a game. I watch her snatch the organ and swallow it up. Scaly hands slide under my liver, flipping it over and pressing into it, inspecting its condition.
“Such divine quality. Consider yourself lucky to have been harvested so young, we certainly can’t have this go to waste.”
He cuts it out, the sharp pain radiates through my ribcage.
\tMy liver is placed on top of my skirt near the base of the tree, the garment folded over to keep it clean. Back in my guts, he finds my pancreas. Holding it still attached to me, he slices away discs of the elongated organ, which he feeds by hand to his pet. My stumps reach down, but I cannot reach his hands. When my pancreas is gone, my spleen and gallbladder are pinched and ripped out and eaten. Finally, a strong, clawed hand grips my bloated stomach, the cut from the arrow still seeping blood and semen. I gag and break into a cold sweat.
“Hm. You don’t look so good, need a moment?”
He looks at me with a cruel smirk.
Please just let me die in p - * hurk *
I squeeze my eyes shut as my stomach convulses, the split halves of my belly twitch weakly, and I spew cum and bile around the corners of my mouth and over my foot. The makeshift gag forces some of the mixture through my nasal cavity, my bloody nose is blown out with his cum. It leaks down my face and drips into the puddle of my body fluids as my murderer laughs heartily. I feel him pinch off my stomach and slice into it at the base of my diaphragm.
“hmmmphh!”
The awful sensation prompts my skinless arms to defend me, my useless stumps prod, smearing blood on the legs and torso leather of his armor. I twitch and cough and choke as I feel the blade slowly carving my stomach away from my esophagus.
“Hey easy!” he yells as one of my stumps bats his still – erect shaft. “I know you want more, I’ll give it to you in a moment.”
He cuts my convulsing organ away and lifts it out of my abdomen, plopping the leaking sack into the middle of my pile of intestines. Astonishingly, Raptie waits patiently by, though she does sniff at my organs longingly.
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\tTakes strokes his fingers along the inside of my now completely gutted abdominal cavity, my arms hang loosely on the ground with nothing more to try and keep inside of me. It tickles in a strange way, and sends shivers up my spine to my exhausted brain. My throat burns consistently, as if mid – heave. His hands rub my hewn belly, stretched and concave without my organs as my arms hang loosely.
“Probably the thinnest you’ve looked in years, but you’ve really lost an unhealthy amount of weight.”
I moan softly around my paw – gag. His eyes glance towards my bundled liver.
“Well, all this work I've put into you has me famished. I suppose we can take a break, Raptie. I don’t think this one will mind.”
Chirping exitedly, the clannfear sets to work devouring my gut pile, I see sections of my own bloody intestine shredded and torn away, oozing of slime and filth and semen. Takes makes his way over to retrieve his meal. Setting it in front of me, he sits cross – legged and cuts away a piece of the tip of my liver, slipping it into his pointed teeth. He crushes and grinds away at my meat, rolling it around his tongue to savor my taste.
“Mmm, you really are quite good,” he says. “Perhaps I can spare you a taste. You did grow it for me, after all.”
He slices off another chunk of liver and unwraps my snout, peeling the dripping paw out of my jaws. Then he shoves the morsel into my mouth and holds it shut.
*cough* “Mmmphh!” *snort*
To his great amusement, I struggle against him, attempting to spit out my unwelcome treat.
“Shh, shh, shh. Chew. Swallow. Don’t waste such fresh, quality meat.”
He covers my nose until I comply, renewed tears streaming up my face as I grind my liver into mush. The earthy – metallic flavor coats my tongue and throat as I swallow. I feel the mush travel down – or up – my esophagus, and then feel the mess spurt out into my empty abdomen. Takes chuckles as he watches the chewed slop push out of my throat with nowhere to go, then reaches in to retrieve it and pass it off to his pet before forcing me to lick his fingers clean.
He tosses my paw into the gut pile, then plops back down in front of me to enjoy his meal. They take their time. Dazed, I watch slices of my fresh, raw liver being cut away, chewed slowly and swallowed by the Argonian. The clannfear tears the flesh from the sole of my foot and chews on it, nuzzling my guts, apparently unable to commit to any one item. She tears my stomach open, and white goo spills out onto the rest of my innards as she slurps it up. Minutes, maybe an hour go by. I’ve lost track. I see my two killers slurp down every scrap of gut and organ meat they have set aside before they lean back, satisfied, bellies filled – with my belly – I ponder with disgust.
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\tAfter some time, Takes rises to his feet again. Raptie toys with my severed foot behind him.
“well, I’d say we’re almost done with you, meat – girl.”
He approaches with his skinning knife.
“Time to claim that pretty pelt for myself.”
The wretched blade slices under my chin up to the front of my jaw, then he yanks the pelt off the back of my neck and over my head, cutting the cartilage of my ears from my skull. The pain fills my head and neck, I almost black out. He opens my mouth. I feel the horrible sensation of the knife against my teeth, carving into my gums to separate my lips. Then he bundles up my pelt, places a hand around my bare neck, and pulls.
I gasp as my face separates.
He pulls. I let out a hoarse screech.
He pulls again.
After a few grueling moments, my nose rips away from the tip of my snout. My flayed body swings away from my captor as he holds my complete pelt up in the light, marveling at his new trophy. Every muscle on my body trembles either from the naked chill, or the shock of having my hide ripped away. My breathing is erratic and shaky. The Argonian folds up my pelt and crouches down, setting it off to my side. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me close to examine my face.
I catch a glimpse of myself in his beady yellow eyes. A monster stares back at me. Bared fangs. Wide open, lidless eyes stare frantically. Shreds and scraps of meat cling to exposed bone. My lungs heave again.
“Now,”
The lizard leans in, his tongue strokes the underside of my chin, my neck, and down the middle of my chest.
“Let’s hear you sing for me.”
The blade carves into the front of my throat.
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\t“GUGHHH!”
I exclaim as the knife slices deeper into my neck. I tremble as the blade clips a small hole into my arteries, then slides out. Takes steps back. My stumped arms grasp frantically at my slit gullet.
“mmmph…mmphhgghh”
Blood wells up in my throat, bubbling out of the cut and the back of my tongue. Small streams begin to spill around the bare teeth of my upper maw. The hot liquid coats my stumps and neck, the sides of my head. My eyes burn as they dart around, searching for nothing in particular.
“Ahh...”
Takes lets out a shaky breath as he strokes himself, watching me struggle. Listening to my desperate choking and gurgling. He moves forward and slides into my maw once more. My mouth is filled again with the (now) semi – clean member, it pushes deep into my spasming throat. With his hands on my sides, Takes pumps vigorously into my bleeding throat, stretching my neck and spilling more blood with each thrust as he strangles me with his cock. My only saving grace is the minute amount of air seeping through my grievous neck wound through spatters of blood.
 Inhaling the hot liquid, through my severed trachea causes me to cough and retch endlessly as my throat is violated. My esophagus is filled with cum as another glob of seed fills me. It gushes out into my empty stomach cavity, pooling in my chest. Some of the liquid oozes out of my slit throat and seeps down the muscles of my neck.
\tAs he pulls out, Takes looks into my lidless green eyes.
“Why don’t I treat myself to dessert?”
He works the tip of the knife under my eye. I try to scream, but I only wheeze. Blood collects in my throat and I go into a coughing fit as he scoops my eyeball out with a wet pop, still attached at the nerve. My remaining eye watches him pop it into his mouth, crushing it between his teeth like a grape. A spurt of fluid lands on my face.
“l...leasse k – kill...n..nee” I wheeze out between labored, bubbling breaths.
My lack of lips makes my speech slurred and odd as I try to form the pleaful words between my tongue and teeth.
”You’ll die soon, cat. Maybe you have an hour left, but we’re not quite done yet.”
He chews on the remnants of my eye and swallows.
“I need to prepare this pelt, don’t run off now.”
With that, he leaves me to hang, bleeding out slowly, as he fills a waterskin – made of some questionable material – in a nearby stream. He sits down in front of me, unfurling my pelt, and begins cleaning off my fur with the water and a cloth. I whimper and gurgle and choke, suffocating in my own blood, sucking wet breaths through my slit throat. I watch him wipe the residual vomit from my chest skin and breasts, the blood from my grey belly fur, the filth around my tail hole. The gold stripes on my fur glimmer in the sunlight as he brushes the dirt away. For perhaps half an hour, I suffer against the blood draining from my body, struggling for breath and consciousness.
I’m…a fighter...I...can’t...die…here...
My vision blurs as blood loss takes its toll. A hard smack on my face brings me back to the moment.
“Ah, ah, ah. Stay with me, you pathetic thing. There’s something I want to show you.”
Before me, my flayed hide is unfurled, ears, breasts, tail and all still attached, my black fur and golden markings glow in the setting sun. It still baffles me, to think of my own skin, so guarded I am of my body, being worn and displayed, naked, as a trophy in front of any and all who would witness it. He swings my pelt over his shoulders and ties the arms over his chest, before pulling my face up over his head like a hood. My mouth lies agape, one of his horns protrudes out of an eye. My hollow eyes stare back at me, into me, the haunted expression on my own twisted face burns into my retinas.
\tMy captor stands up and rests a hand on my cheek.
“Heh, not much left in you, is there? At least you know how bountiful your little body was for myself and my companion. Be glad it was me who killed you, and not some common bandit who would leave your mangled corpse to rot.”
He ponders my exposed flesh.
“What a waste that would have been.”
Hefting the knife in his hand, he plants a kiss on my bloody snout.
“Now, one last thing before I take that pretty little head.”
He drives the knife deep into my eye socket.
“gughh!”
A surprised gurgle escapes my throat as the blade punches through my skull. He twists, the crack and snap of bone is deafening. Pain erupts through my head as my brain cavity is carved open. The knife is retracted and used to dig out my other eyeball. I hear it pop between his teeth. Blinded, my world comes in black and white pulses of agony. I feel the tip of his erect penis pop into my eye socket, then past the breached cranium. A sickening squelching noise accompanies the sharp stabbing pain of his entry. He thrusts hard, my body stiffens. Slowly, I feel the head of his cock penetrate my soft brain matter. The ruined jelly is displaced by his girth, squeezed out on the sides of his shaft and dropping to the ground.
*schlorp...schlorp...schlorp...*
 “unghhh..”
My thoughts dissolve in a confusion of pain and lights as every thrust scrambles my brain. My body convulses violently as claws tear into my diaphragm, grasp my sore lungs, and rip them out of my ribcage. My chest heaves, a desperate grab for air, as a hand reaches back in and squeezes around my heart. My teeth clench as it is slowly torn free. Blood and saliva spill from my mouth. He speaks, but the words are jumbled, muffled. The sloshing in my head gradually gives way to a high-pitched ring.
After some time, I feel a warm gush inside my skull, followed by an ooze from my eye socket as the member retracts. A hand grasps my muzzle, a blade enters my throat and begins sawing away at my neck. Hot blood gushes over my head now, as my body shudders in its death throes. Scraping in my spine. I feel a crack. My head is cut free from my dying body. I am mostly gone now, but in my final moments I register that my head is now right side up.
I feel a throbbing erection work its way under my severed neck. The all – too – familiar vomiting sensation accompanies my stretching gullet as the nine – inch shaft slides up into my throat, then my mouth and across my tongue. Scaly hands grip the sides of my meaty skull as the cock pumps through my throat and maw. My dying tongue cups tightly around his shaft.
Oh…
My fading thoughts reflect on my brief life. Everything I've done, the things I've survived, and it’s here I have died, my own head and neck used as a murderous Argonian’s cock – sleeve. I feel another gush of seed coating my tongue and face. As my murderer defiles me, the ringing overtakes my frenzied mind, then goes silent. Finally, I escape into the cold arms of death. ~
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\t~As he finishes in the Khajiit girl’s mouth, Takes – His – Revenge lovingly strokes the fleshy skull of his latest victim, looking into her cavernous dead eye sockets and gaping, toothy maw. What a treat she was, to have stayed alive until the very end. He hadn’t initially intended to kill an innocent girl when he came out to these lands, but such exquisite prey could not be ignored. Besides, having evidence of his successful kill would reinforce his facade.
This whole hunt was part of his scheme to take down an infamous slaver here in Pellitine known as Lady Ghisiliane, an Aldmeri noblewoman who organizes hunting excursions for Tamriel’s elite. The twist? They hunt people. An avid freedom fighter, Takes aims to eliminate her and put an end to this profitable operation, but along the way, he was met with a certain weakness of his. An unfortunate Khajiit girl with gorgeous fur happened to catch his eye. He put in a tip on her location and had her kidnapped by the hunt organizers as his prey. Perhaps it was a little hypocritical.
So, what? I got a little self indulgent, but his new pelt will help me gain their trust.
\t He feels her tongue go limp under his cock. The Argonian rests on his bedroll now, the stars dot the night sky above Pellitine. He lies under the gently swaying body of his prey. Exhausted, he reasons that her corpse can hang overnight. Gutted, and with the cool air moving in, her meat will be okay for the next few hours. He beckons, and his beloved, if mischievous, Daedric companion begins to lick him, cleaning the cum, blood, and brain matter from the inside of Nadia’s mouth and around his cock, locked in a passionate kiss with the dead Khajiit. He sighs as their rolling tongues massage him slowly. Afterwards, with Raptie curled up next to him, he rests, Nadia’s horrifying visage still impaled around his shaft.
\tIn the dim light of early dawn, Takes slips Nadia’s meaty skull off of his cock and packs it away, wrapping up in her discarded skirt.
You may be dead, but my new toy won’t get off so easily.
He moves over to her body with his knife and takes his final harvest. He cuts away tender slabs of her thighs and rump, and wraps them in scraps of her spare garments. Both halves of her belly meat are cut out as well, perhaps to be sliced, salted and smoked for fresh bacon along his journey. Finally, he reaches into her empty stomach cavity and cuts away the long straps of meat along her spine. These will be good to slice and cure for the road.
These are wrapped, along with her belly meat, in her silken hand and foot wraps for safekeeping and added to his satchel. Finally, Takes loosens the rope, and Nadia’s partially stripped skeleton collapses to the ground. He pulls the gambrel from her legs and coils it with the rope. With everything packed, he sets off to brandish his prize, and to kill his true target. He and his companion move out to find the noblewoman and her entourage. They leave Nadia’s Bloody skeleton resting in the wet dirt at the base of the tree. It matters little to them, the girl was only a collateral slaughter, peripheral to a higher objective.



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Epilogue
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\tTakes-His-Revenge stands at the gate of a ghastly cottage in the marshes of central Glenumbra. His clannfear accompaniment paces impatiently behind him. She carries a large bundle on her back. Some time has passed since his encounter with the unfortunate Nadia Al-Rihad. He had assumed to be done with her, however shortly after leaving the cat girl’s corpse in the Pellitine wilderness, he began to hear talk of a “deathless Khajiiti assassin” a black cat with unnatural golden stripes that always seemed to reappear across Tamriel, no matter her supposed fate. Tales abound of necromantic rituals, unholy dealings that bridge the liminal space between life and death. Such tales have led him here. The old wooden gate opens with a creak. He enters slowly, striding past gravestones and bones illuminated by torchlight.
\tThe marsh is alive with chirping crickets and croaking frogs as he moves towards the ominous cottage. He stops short of the open entryway.
“Witch! Show yourself!” He calls into the night.
The marsh stands in deathly silence. Suddenly, every torch and fire in the area is simultaneously extinguished. The smell of blood stings the air, whispers echo out from all directions. In the cottage, a dark red mist begins to drift up from the cobblestone floor, filling the small room. It forms a dense cloud that lazily rolls towards the entryway. Spilling out of the door frame, the Miasma gradually twists up into a pillar, dissolving slowly into a humanoid form, mid – stride.
Ghostly white paws tread along the dark earth, a deep blue half – skirt billows out behind the figures legs, gold trim glinting in the moonlight. A black steel crest adorns the shoulders and chest, affixed with two fabric loops that swaddle the breasts and nothing more. The end of a wicked black trident stabs into the dirt. The paws drift to a halt. At long last, Takes gazes into the two burning red eyes of the so – called necromancer Ko’Raava.
\tBehind wavy, shoulder – length white hair, the vampire’s steely gaze matches his. Her white fur, emblazoned with pale black stripes, seems to glow under the full moon. A long tail sways like spider silk in the breeze. They face off in silence. After a long moment, he sees her glare fixate on the black, gold – striped pelt tied over his shoulders. He smirks.
“Looking for something?”
He pulls Nadia’s severed, mangled paw from his satchel and tosses the filthy, blood – soaked appendage towards the vampire. She snatches it out of the air, rolling it over to observe the gold striping over the arch. Her nostrils flare, the bones of Nadia’s paw crack and snap as her monstrous grip tightens around it. Takes watches the muscles of her bare midriff tense with fury. His yellow eyes narrow slightly. He knows she requires sacrificial components from other Khajiiti subjects to rebuild her toy, but he isn’t sure just how important Nadia is to this entity, nor whether she even cares to spend the time locating and gathering another hapless lady cat.
“Speak.” Her voice hisses.
The Argonian’s lips part in a wicked grin.
“Heard you were in the market for cat parts. Perhaps I can acquire them for you. For a price.”
The vampire looks at Nadia’s pelt. Her eyes narrow.
“Come with me.” Ko’Raava gestures with Nadia’s foot, turning and disappearing into the cottage.
Takes turns to Raptie, who follows in stride.
“Looks like we could have our favorite meal all over again, girl.”
The two disappear into the cottage to accompany the vampire.
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\tAs they enter the cottage, Takes eyes the tables spread about the circumference of the walls. All are populated with jars filled with various body parts suspended in some sort of liquid, as well as a mess of papers and alchemy equipment. A cauldron in the middle of the room bubbles with a curious substance resembling liquid gold.
Could this be-
“Sit.”
The vampire awaits him, seated at one end of a long table, crossing her legs. Nadia’s foot rests on the table in front of her. Takes pulls a chair out at the other end of the table and leans towards Ko’raava.
“I understand that you require certain… subjects to continue your work with our mutual acquaintance.”
He gestures towards Nadia’s foot.
“Admittedly, I've grown an affinity towards this one, and I wish to lend my aid to shoulder this burden for you. In exchange, I simply ask for invitation to enjoy Nadia’s body to the same degree as you, and of course that my friend and I may retain her pelt and organs, since we will provide the replacements for your, erm, resurrection.”
Ko’Raava purrs softly. “What makes you think I would share my prey with you, outsider?”
The Argonian sits back, gesturing around him. “I have found your nest, beast. Run, and I will find you again. I have slain many like you before.”
“Worm. You know not the power I wield.”
“Nor you, I.” He sighs. “I know about your ‘arrangement’ with the girl. I won’t infringe there. But I insist that moving forward, we share in her torment. Let me ease your burden, lest we become adversaries.”
The vampire rests her elbows on the table. Her eyes burn into his. She shifts her attention to her insensible “lover’s” severed foot. She is impossible to read, but after a moment, her expression softens, the white tigress nods. “So it shall be, but we will negotiate further on the organ harvest. Show me what you have brought.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Takes turns to his companion, drawing a knife from his belt. He slices open the fabric bundle sitting on her back, and the fresh, naked corpse of a young Khajiiti woman spills out onto the floor.
“shall we begin?”
Ko’Raava stands up and examines the corpse. She rolls the strangled body onto its back and spreads its limbs apart. The girl appears to be the same age and build as Nadia, her lynx fur is brown with spots and a white belly, but no matter.
“This one will do. Observe.”
She grabs one of the dead girl’s ankles and snaps her fingers. Takes places his dagger in her outstretched palm, which she uses to sever the corpse’s foot. She tosses it aside carelessly, prompting the clannfear to snatch it up and scamper off outside with the appendage.
Takes rubs his chin. “How does this work?”
\tThe vampire replaces the foot with Nadia’s and begins to stitch it into place.
“With a small sample of flesh – in this case her paw – I can reconstruct Nadia’s body from the sacrificial corpse of another, similar Khajiit. From there, it is only a matter of recalling her soul from the sands and filling the vessel.”
With the foot attached, the cat grabs a thick brush from one of the tables. She saturates it with the golden liquid from the cauldron and begins painting it onto the naked fur of their corpse. Smoke rises as the molten hot substance begins burning onto the girl’s skin.
“Runes...of course.” Takes realizes fondly.
\tAfter an hour of careful decoration, the dead Khajiit lies covered neck to toe in Ko’Raava’s golden runes.
“Have your pet retrieve this girl. Carry her to the pond behind my hut.”
Takes calls Raptie over and slings the body over the clannfear’s broad back, leading her around the side of the Vampire’s cottage.
“We will submerge her in these waters.”
The pitch – black pond reflects the twin moons like a mirror, a small aeonstone cluster sits in the center among the fog. The two slide the body off the clannfear’s back and into the water though dead, the body sinks straight to the bottom. They drag her by the arms to the base of the aeonstone shards. The Khajiit places a cold hand on the Argonian’s wrist.
“Listen carefully, Rhook. What we do here cannot be done again until the next full moons. We will go our separate ways, and when the time comes, you may return if you wish. She will be ready.”
He nods. “Understood.”
\t“Step back.”
Takes and his companion retreat slightly as Ko’Raava begins reciting incantations at a whisper. The water glows blue around her hand as she sweeps it across the surface, and the green aeonstone seems to awaken, pulsing and humming rhythmically. Through the murky black, they see the sharp, angular golden stripes begin to smolder on the surface of the body, bubbles rush to the surface as the water boils around the markings. For a moment, the moons appear red in their reflection before the hum of the stones stops suddenly. The roiling water slows to a still ripple. For a long few moments, they all stand in silence. Then, from the shallow bed, a hand slowly breaks the surface. Takes grins pleasurably at what he sees.
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