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Ever once in a while she’d lift her head and gaze up through the other floors and out the skylight, watching the clouds drift by.\n\n\nSomething about being surrounded by people, each with their own life, feelings, experiences, was comforting. Their lives mixing with hers in a way where they’d never truly connect, but where they’d still spend hours together. It felt safe. She was far away from fears of being alone in the world or stranded in the open. People went about their days and happily chattered to each other. She just simply liked it. It was comfortable.\n\n\nThere were only a few people in the pit with her for the time being. An elderly couple nestled shoulder to shoulder on a couch, enjoying the same atmosphere as her. A tired mom watching her three kids run circles around the center. Two employees on their break, gossiping about a few particularly rowdy customers they’d had. Three teenagers snarkily commenting about posts on their phones.\n\n\nKaden flipped another page and tried to imagine what it’d be like to be the main character in a sappy romance story like the ones she read. Oh, to sweep a beautiful woman off her feet or fall into the arms of someone adoring her and feel complete. Meet the love of her life by ordering her coffee wrong or by bumping into someone while she walked. The sex scenes tended to be good too, of course. She raised an eyebrow and decided to skip over the particularly raunchy scene that she’d started, gently placing a sticky tab on the page so she could read it later, so she could properly enjoy it.\n\n\nWhen a shadow passed over her pages she raised her head, confused, and looked over the group of cusige who had approached her. They didn’t say anything at first, making Kaden rather annoyed and a little bit nervous. After a few seconds of silence so strained that even the kids had stopped running, Kaden closed her book, sat upright, and shot the main guy of the group an annoyed look that he didn’t seem to be keen on.\n\n\nSomething about him gave her the heebie-jeebies. He stood with a bolt straight back, head held so high he peered down his muzzle at her. There was a tenseness in his face that she couldn’t place and that only grew when she glared at him. Those behind him were similar in odd expressions, but much more relaxed in stance. Three of them total, all of them looking her age or slightly younger, two men and one woman.\n\n\n“Is there…something you needed?” She questioned, voice level but carrying the tone of annoyance, as her hand reached up to nervously fiddle with her necklace. Were they mad she was reading smutty romantasy books in public? Doing some juvenile territory sport about the mall? Were they undercover security thinking she’d stolen something? Whatever it was, it was cutting into her personal time. “Look, I only have one day off a week so I-”\n\n\n________________\n\n\n\n\nIt was always amazing how fast chaos could break out. Tazin looked at the girl on the floor, crumpled over herself as her skull oozed blue blood. He chuckled, spun the pipe he’d struck her with around his hand, then used his boot to kick her body over. She was still breathing, which was good because he’d accidentally killed their last target. Caving their skull in had been fun so he didn’t care, but the others were getting antsy without a pin cushion to play with. \n\n\n“Didn’t kill her, did you, Taz?” Jiira asked, his back pressed to Tazin’s as he watched the bystanders scatter like roaches. When the other man let out an annoyed grunt in response he turned his attention to the girl on the floor, happy to see she’d survived. He wished Taz would let up and let him do the first hit, he was much better at making sure their victims didn’t die. “She’s pretty cute.”\n\n\n“Eh.” Tazin shrugged, kicked her unconscious form again. “I like when they have tits more. Lotta fun to watch them jiggle about when you’re playing with ‘em, y’know?”\n\n\nJiira rolled his eyes and leaned down to grab her ankles, pulling her flat on her back then grabbed her face. He looked her over carefully, taking note of her features and flaws. She had lovely eyelashes, even when caked with blood, but she had dark circles forming under her eyes already. It’d be fun to watch them darken still, but it was more fun to be the reason they showed up. “I’d guess she’s…late twenties, early thirties.” He mused, turning her head to check out the gash on the side of her skull. He dipped a finger against it then licked the blood off.\n\n\n“Old enough. Now move, I’m tired of waiting’.” Mirin, Tazin’s sister, shoved Jiira to the side and dropped down to straddle the other girl’s hips. Her brother made an annoyed sound, reached down to pull her off, but she shook his hand off her shoulder. “If you weren’t stupid enough to keep killin’ them I wouldn’t need to dig in right away now wouldn’t I, Zizi?!”\n\n\nJiira stifled a laugh at the cheesy pet name only to catch an elbow from Tazin. “She’s right dude, just let her have some fun. Doesn’t look like anyone’s going to be stopping us.” Jiira rubbed his ribs and then motioned to all the people huddled in the stores. Most of the security gates were pulled down and locked, and dozens of people had their phones out recording them. Searina would have some work to do when they got back.\n\n\n“Fine.” Taz relented, flopping down on a couch. “But once she starts screaming we gotta get out. Pa won’t be able to keep the other pigs off the mall for too long once the calls really start rolling in. And don’t nick any of her organs, Mir.”\n\n\nWith a huge grin Mirin nodded and grabbed her switchblade out of her pocket. It was an ornate thing, pearlescent, covered with rhinestones, and sharp as sin itself. She flicked the blade out, admired it in the light, then without hesitation viciously started slamming the blade into the other girl’s torso and arms.\n\n\nThe sound and splattering of blood made Jiira flinch a tad. A disgusting, wet, shhnk, shhnk, shhnk noise as the blade easily separated flesh, tore through muscle, and most likely chipped bone. He watched Mirin’s arm, a hazy blur of movement, blood and shining metal, knowing fully well that if nobody stopped her she’d leave no inch of the thing’s skin unblemished. It’d be a death sentence for him if he stopped her, though.\n\n\n“Get her in the side a little more, that skin’s real sensitive. Maybe that’ll wake her.” Taz grumbled to his sister, hands firmly down his pants and working his shaft and balls. He parted his legs a little more and let his eyes defocus, lavishing in the squelching of fresh wounds as Mirin dropped her knife and began to work her fingers into the cuts. Before he got too close he stood and pushed her off.\n\n\nMirin let out an angry yowl, her entire frontside soaked in blood, but didn’t protest against her brother. There was a hierarchy in their crew, and while she was second highest she knew her Zizi always had the last say in matters. Even if that last say usually was in her favor. “I want her alive, Zizi!” She whined like a spoiled child. “I like the color of her blood, and it’s been so long since we had a girl!”\n\n\n“Yeah, yeah, shut yer mouth.” Taz growled back at her, picking up her knife from the ground. It was slick with blood so he wiped it off on his jeans before setting to work on his goal; sawing one of her arms off. He wondered how long it’d take her to notice it was gone. If she’d notice that or the near hundred stab wounds first. What kinda sound would she make when she did? God, he bet her face was going to be so hot.\n\n\nLooking at it he could see the faintest movements of wincing on her muscles as he began to saw apart her flesh. Wouldn’t be long until that glorious, orgasm worthy moment. The blade quickly met bone and his movements slowed. “Jiira.” He said, looking up from her arm. “You come and get a turn too.”\n\n\nIt was an offer Jiira wouldn’t ignore. Sure, he found the sounds of sawing through bone just as sickening as the stabbing ones, but he wasn’t against it. He dropped down to his knees into the soggy, blue-stained carpet and roughly yanked the girls pants off. Her legs fell limp, apart, and gave him a full view of her panties that made him lick his lips.\n\n\nHe didn’t care that blood was saturating the area and her body, nor that at some point she’d pissed herself, he only cared about getting inside her while she was still warm. Running a thumb along the outline of her lips he savored the moment for just a second. He’d have loved to eat her out first, but with the speed that Taz was sawing her arm off he figured he didn’t have much time before she either died from blood loss or woke up and started swinging. \n\n\nTaz stopped sawing just long enough to cut her panties open, a silent demand for Jiira to get started that he surged forward to take. Quickly, he wiggled his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. It throbbed impatiently as he pushed her legs further apart and settled between them, spines sharp and flexed. With a palm full of blood he lubricated himself and forcefully shoved his cock inside her pussy.\n\n\nHer body yielded easily to him, warm and wet and clinging to his dick, and to his side Taz let out an aroused growl. With a hissed sigh he quickly went to pounding inside her. As much as he wanted to savor the feeling he really didn’t want to get a sudden fist or hoof to the face if she woke up during. Wrapping his arms around her thighs he pulled her pelvis closer to him, feeling the head of his cock ram against her cervix. Thankfully, the sounds of him raping her was much more pleasent to his ears and that mixed with the ragged sound of his breath was covering up the last few centimeters of bone Taz had to saw through before starting on flesh again.\n\n\nHe was a hair trigger, orgasm already fully coiled in his loins, and right as Taz let out an excited laugh and held up the freshly severed arm he came as deep inside her as he could. Blurry vision focused on Taz showing off the arm to the frightened bystanders as Jiira ground his dick as far back inside the girl's body as he could. Mirin gave her brother a congratulatory hug then slapped Jiira on his back too, making the ringing in his ears grow louder. \n\n\nWith a wet pop he dizzily pulled out and Taz turned back to them, face flushed and filled with energy and pride. “Pull her pants back up.” He said, taking a bite out of the arm. “We gotta get out of here quick. Mir said Pa texted her that too many calls came in.”\n\n\n________________\n\n\n\n\nWhen Kaden opened her eyes she couldn’t really focus on anything. Everything was blurry, doubled over, hazy. She felt wet, like she’d been out in the rain, and there was a dull, distant pain throbbing through her whole body. Even the sound was far away, muffled by the sound of her blood pumping in her skull and a ringing in her ears.\n\n\nBlurry figures danced above her, and past them she could see what she assumed was the mall's fluorescent lights. With effort she lifted her head, wincing as pain came crashing through her skull. She lifted one of her arms up to cup where the pain was centered and when she pulled it back it came away covered in blood and stray hair.\n\n\nHer already racing heartbeat skipped over itself as her senses started to come flooding back. Before she could even register the sound of it a scream had ripped its way from her body as she writhed then curled in on herself. Every movement, every heartbeat, sent wave after wave of searing hot pain from her skin to her very core. \n\n\nWhen her vision fully focused past the tears now streaming down her face the first thing she saw was her arms. One hand gripping the wet, blood covered carpet and the other…gone. Kaden choked on her emotions, her pain, another scream, as she shakily lifted what remained of it. Just below her elbow someone had severed it, and traveling down the length of what remained and the entirety of her other was dozens of cuts and gashes. \n\n\nEvery scream made Kaden’s head feel like it was going to explode, like her lungs were filled with fire, like her skin was coming apart in ribbons, but it was all she could manage through the shock of her state. When she looked down her entire torso down to her hips was also littered with wounds. She didn’t want to die, but the pain was all encompassing to the point it didn’t seem like the worst option available. She was in a sea of her own blood, too, half the conversation pit now stained in a shade of blue so personal and vibrant. \n\n\n“Gods she’s a loud one.” One of her assailants groaned.\n\n\nShe looked up at him, eyes swimming with tears and voice tore to the point of ragged wheezing instead of screaming. He was looming over her, his face twisted up in glee and anger, and he was eating her arm. \n\n\nKaden retched, her lunch spilling onto the carpet and narrowly missing the fresh stump. When she tried to crawl away from him, even her insides hurt, and by the look of the blood soaking the crotch of her opened pants she could imagine what other atrocities they’d done to her as she laid there. She shakily grabbed hold of the seat she’d been so comfortably reading in and curled against the fabric, too weak to even stand.\n\n\n“Why-” Was all she could gurgle out at first, voice hoarse from screaming and mouth filled with blood. \n\n\n“Shame only Jiira got to fuck her, I was hopin’ to get a round in before the pigs got through the mobs.”\n\n\nOne of them threw something at Kaden as she trembled and hid her head behind what remained of her arm. Her breath came out in short, cropped sobs and gasps as she struggled to stay conscious. The mix of shock, blood loss, and pain was making everything fade in and out from her awareness.\n\n\nHer leg was grabbed and she was pulled back to the floor and onto her back. She only had a moment to fearfully look up at the man straddling her before his fist cracked against her eye socket. Her head whipped to the side, neck making a crack sound of its own, and stars burst across her vision. His other fist met with her head, this time crunching against her muzzle and snapping her head to the opposite side.\n\n\nRemnants of a scream crackled in her throat as she desperately held her arms in front of face and cowered. When he got off of her she curled up into the fetal position again, wrapping her arms around her head and pulling her legs tight against her chest. Someone had to come help her soon. She just had to stay safe until a helpful bystander scared them off, or the police showed up and gunned them down. She’d be okay as long as she kept conscious until then.\n\n\nBut when they grabbed her ankle again and began to drag her through the wet carpet, nobody came. And when they pulled her out of the pit and let her broken skull bounce off the steps, nobody came. And when she finally gathered just enough strength to feebly claw at the tiles and scream, still nobody came.\n\n\n“Pleaash-” She slurred out, past her swollen face and the blood dripping out of her mouth. Her nails cracked as they caught on the edges of the tiles. In the stores, safely behind security gates and metal shutters, stood hundreds of other people. Most huddled away, not looking, but dozens still watched, like crows around a glimmering rock. Many recorded, many gawked, but none stepped out to help her. \n\n\n“HELP ME!” She cried, voice echoing off the walls before whittling down into something little more than a whimper. “Please, a-anyone-” If just one person stepped out more would follow. There were only three people dragging her away, it wouldn’t take many at all to stop them. To save her, an innocent person just like them. But nobody moved aside from turning their faces away in shame or horror.\n\n\n“This is taking too long-” The female of the group came around to Kaden’s head, threaded her arms below hers then lifted her upper half off the ground. She was covered in Kaden’s blood, her entire body. When she looked down she gave Kaden a sickeningly sweet smile that cracked into something more akin to a predator snarling at their prey.\n\n\nShe leaned down and pressed her lips to Kaden’s. When she’d quickly turned her head in disgust to break the invasive affection the girl growled and then yelled to the one who wasn’t carrying her. \n\n\n“Zizi, she won’t let me kiss her!”\n\n\nEven past the blood rushing through her skull Kaden found her voice grating. She trashed in their grip but that merely caused the man holding her ankle to reach back and grab her other leg, rendering her completely imobile. \n\n\n“Now you listen here, you little fuck toy.” The man apparently called ‘Zizi’ slowed his pace so he could lean over Kaden. His muzzle crinkled with disgust and anger, but his lips twisted in something like a grin. “You let my lil’ sis kiss you or I cut’cher other arm off, alright?”\n\n\nKaden hissed as he punctuated the threat with a fresh stab to her ribcage. They were nearly out of the mall now, and not a single person had even attempted to save her. It felt like her heart was a ball of burning hot lead sunk deep in her chest and pulling a hole into her being. When she turned her head she found the girl who was carrying half of her hovering over her again, her blue tongue slowly running along her lips. \n\n\nWhen she leaned down to kiss her that time Kaden didn’t fight, just whimpered and cringed as her tongue invaded her mouth. She writhed in their grasp, trying to pull her legs free, her arms free, anything to give her even the slightest chance of them dropping her and calling it a loss. But they held painfully tight to her body. \n\n\n“You get her good, now, Mirin. Give her a good taste.” The brother said to her side before picking up his pace and ending up closer to her hooves. “Nothing more heart and crotch warming than two girls kissin’ don’t you think, Jiira? “\n\n\n“I think it’ll be hotter when we’re safely out of this joint. Is Izin ready with the car?”\n\n\n“Should be. Beat is ass if he aint’.”\n\n\nMirin broke her kiss with Kaden but used her hands, still wrapped around Kaden’s upper arms, to hold her mouth open. She looked up at her with a pitiful expression, eyes raw with tears and broken bone and mouth now mixed with blood and the other girls spit. As if sensing her disgust, Mirin spit into her mouth then clamped her muzzle shut. \n\n\n“Bendin’ over you like this is hurting my back. I’ll kiss you proper at home, kay? Now swallow your dinner like a good girl.”\n\n\nKaden hiccuped, suppressed a gag, then swallowed as they exited the mall and walked right up to a running car out back. They carried her around to the back of the car, the driver with a face covered in a shocked blush, then opened the trunk. Kaden looked in, too weak to even squirm anymore but with the weight of her life dragging her stomach and heart deep into dark depths. “...plea…se…” She whimpered, unable to get even the plea out properly.\n\n\nAll three of the cusige looked at her, cocky and amused at her attempts, then the two holding her sent her flying inside. She hit hard, the fabric scratching at the open wounds, and only got a single split second more of light before the trunk was slammed shut and she was cast into darkness.\n\n\nShe couldn’t move, could barely keep her eyes open, could hardly will her lungs to suck in air. The car slammed forward and sped away, sending her limp body banging against the sides. Wherever they were going they were going fast, and they were taking quite a few turns. After a few sharp ones that knocked Kaden’s skull against the tools inside her body finally fully failed her. With sparkles of stars dancing across her vision and a sigh so deep it hurt her lungs, Kaden lost consciousness again.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A trip to the mall was a wonderful way to celebrate a hard work week finally over. Kaden had spent her whole day there indulging in shopping and people watching; just enjoying going with the flow and letting time slip past her. It was nearing the afternoon when she finally got tired enough to need a rest, so she bought a coffee and a sandwich then headed to her favorite spot at the center of the mall.


She flipped through her current book and ate her lunch, sinking comfortably into the cushion. The seating area was a large version of a conversation pit, a lowered area in the middle of the mall with comfy couches, artificial plants, and hardwood tables set around the carpet. Though the mall was loud with customers, a good 8 stores directly facing her seat and even more on the two floors above, Kaden found it soothing. Ever once in a while she’d lift her head and gaze up through the other floors and out the skylight, watching the clouds drift by.


Something about being surrounded by people, each with their own life, feelings, experiences, was comforting. Their lives mixing with hers in a way where they’d never truly connect, but where they’d still spend hours together. It felt safe. She was far away from fears of being alone in the world or stranded in the open. People went about their days and happily chattered to each other. She just simply liked it. It was comfortable.


There were only a few people in the pit with her for the time being. An elderly couple nestled shoulder to shoulder on a couch, enjoying the same atmosphere as her. A tired mom watching her three kids run circles around the center. Two employees on their break, gossiping about a few particularly rowdy customers they’d had. Three teenagers snarkily commenting about posts on their phones.


Kaden flipped another page and tried to imagine what it’d be like to be the main character in a sappy romance story like the ones she read. Oh, to sweep a beautiful woman off her feet or fall into the arms of someone adoring her and feel complete. Meet the love of her life by ordering her coffee wrong or by bumping into someone while she walked. The sex scenes tended to be good too, of course. She raised an eyebrow and decided to skip over the particularly raunchy scene that she’d started, gently placing a sticky tab on the page so she could read it later, so she could properly enjoy it.


When a shadow passed over her pages she raised her head, confused, and looked over the group of cusige who had approached her. They didn’t say anything at first, making Kaden rather annoyed and a little bit nervous. After a few seconds of silence so strained that even the kids had stopped running, Kaden closed her book, sat upright, and shot the main guy of the group an annoyed look that he didn’t seem to be keen on.


Something about him gave her the heebie-jeebies. He stood with a bolt straight back, head held so high he peered down his muzzle at her. There was a tenseness in his face that she couldn’t place and that only grew when she glared at him. Those behind him were similar in odd expressions, but much more relaxed in stance. Three of them total, all of them looking her age or slightly younger, two men and one woman.


“Is there…something you needed?” She questioned, voice level but carrying the tone of annoyance, as her hand reached up to nervously fiddle with her necklace. Were they mad she was reading smutty romantasy books in public? Doing some juvenile territory sport about the mall? Were they undercover security thinking she’d stolen something? Whatever it was, it was cutting into her personal time. “Look, I only have one day off a week so I-”


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It was always amazing how fast chaos could break out. Tazin looked at the girl on the floor, crumpled over herself as her skull oozed blue blood. He chuckled, spun the pipe he’d struck her with around his hand, then used his boot to kick her body over. She was still breathing, which was good because he’d accidentally killed their last target. Caving their skull in had been fun so he didn’t care, but the others were getting antsy without a pin cushion to play with.


“Didn’t kill her, did you, Taz?” Jiira asked, his back pressed to Tazin’s as he watched the bystanders scatter like roaches. When the other man let out an annoyed grunt in response he turned his attention to the girl on the floor, happy to see she’d survived. He wished Taz would let up and let him do the first hit, he was much better at making sure their victims didn’t die. “She’s pretty cute.”


“Eh.” Tazin shrugged, kicked her unconscious form again. “I like when they have tits more. Lotta fun to watch them jiggle about when you’re playing with ‘em, y’know?”


Jiira rolled his eyes and leaned down to grab her ankles, pulling her flat on her back then grabbed her face. He looked her over carefully, taking note of her features and flaws. She had lovely eyelashes, even when caked with blood, but she had dark circles forming under her eyes already. It’d be fun to watch them darken still, but it was more fun to be the reason they showed up. “I’d guess she’s…late twenties, early thirties.” He mused, turning her head to check out the gash on the side of her skull. He dipped a finger against it then licked the blood off.


“Old enough. Now move, I’m tired of waiting’.” Mirin, Tazin’s sister, shoved Jiira to the side and dropped down to straddle the other girl’s hips. Her brother made an annoyed sound, reached down to pull her off, but she shook his hand off her shoulder. “If you weren’t stupid enough to keep killin’ them I wouldn’t need to dig in right away now wouldn’t I, Zizi?!”


Jiira stifled a laugh at the cheesy pet name only to catch an elbow from Tazin. “She’s right dude, just let her have some fun. Doesn’t look like anyone’s going to be stopping us.” Jiira rubbed his ribs and then motioned to all the people huddled in the stores. Most of the security gates were pulled down and locked, and dozens of people had their phones out recording them. Searina would have some work to do when they got back.


“Fine.” Taz relented, flopping down on a couch. “But once she starts screaming we gotta get out. Pa won’t be able to keep the other pigs off the mall for too long once the calls really start rolling in. And don’t nick any of her organs, Mir.”


With a huge grin Mirin nodded and grabbed her switchblade out of her pocket. It was an ornate thing, pearlescent, covered with rhinestones, and sharp as sin itself. She flicked the blade out, admired it in the light, then without hesitation viciously started slamming the blade into the other girl’s torso and arms.


The sound and splattering of blood made Jiira flinch a tad. A disgusting, wet, shhnk, shhnk, shhnk noise as the blade easily separated flesh, tore through muscle, and most likely chipped bone. He watched Mirin’s arm, a hazy blur of movement, blood and shining metal, knowing fully well that if nobody stopped her she’d leave no inch of the thing’s skin unblemished. It’d be a death sentence for him if he stopped her, though.


“Get her in the side a little more, that skin’s real sensitive. Maybe that’ll wake her.” Taz grumbled to his sister, hands firmly down his pants and working his shaft and balls. He parted his legs a little more and let his eyes defocus, lavishing in the squelching of fresh wounds as Mirin dropped her knife and began to work her fingers into the cuts. Before he got too close he stood and pushed her off.


Mirin let out an angry yowl, her entire frontside soaked in blood, but didn’t protest against her brother. There was a hierarchy in their crew, and while she was second highest she knew her Zizi always had the last say in matters. Even if that last say usually was in her favor. “I want her alive, Zizi!” She whined like a spoiled child. “I like the color of her blood, and it’s been so long since we had a girl!”


“Yeah, yeah, shut yer mouth.” Taz growled back at her, picking up her knife from the ground. It was slick with blood so he wiped it off on his jeans before setting to work on his goal; sawing one of her arms off. He wondered how long it’d take her to notice it was gone. If she’d notice that or the near hundred stab wounds first. What kinda sound would she make when she did? God, he bet her face was going to be so hot.


Looking at it he could see the faintest movements of wincing on her muscles as he began to saw apart her flesh. Wouldn’t be long until that glorious, orgasm worthy moment. The blade quickly met bone and his movements slowed. “Jiira.” He said, looking up from her arm. “You come and get a turn too.”


It was an offer Jiira wouldn’t ignore. Sure, he found the sounds of sawing through bone just as sickening as the stabbing ones, but he wasn’t against it. He dropped down to his knees into the soggy, blue-stained carpet and roughly yanked the girls pants off. Her legs fell limp, apart, and gave him a full view of her panties that made him lick his lips.


He didn’t care that blood was saturating the area and her body, nor that at some point she’d pissed herself, he only cared about getting inside her while she was still warm. Running a thumb along the outline of her lips he savored the moment for just a second. He’d have loved to eat her out first, but with the speed that Taz was sawing her arm off he figured he didn’t have much time before she either died from blood loss or woke up and started swinging.


Taz stopped sawing just long enough to cut her panties open, a silent demand for Jiira to get started that he surged forward to take. Quickly, he wiggled his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. It throbbed impatiently as he pushed her legs further apart and settled between them, spines sharp and flexed. With a palm full of blood he lubricated himself and forcefully shoved his cock inside her pussy.


Her body yielded easily to him, warm and wet and clinging to his dick, and to his side Taz let out an aroused growl. With a hissed sigh he quickly went to pounding inside her. As much as he wanted to savor the feeling he really didn’t want to get a sudden fist or hoof to the face if she woke up during. Wrapping his arms around her thighs he pulled her pelvis closer to him, feeling the head of his cock ram against her cervix. Thankfully, the sounds of him raping her was much more pleasent to his ears and that mixed with the ragged sound of his breath was covering up the last few centimeters of bone Taz had to saw through before starting on flesh again.


He was a hair trigger, orgasm already fully coiled in his loins, and right as Taz let out an excited laugh and held up the freshly severed arm he came as deep inside her as he could. Blurry vision focused on Taz showing off the arm to the frightened bystanders as Jiira ground his dick as far back inside the girl's body as he could. Mirin gave her brother a congratulatory hug then slapped Jiira on his back too, making the ringing in his ears grow louder.


With a wet pop he dizzily pulled out and Taz turned back to them, face flushed and filled with energy and pride. “Pull her pants back up.” He said, taking a bite out of the arm. “We gotta get out of here quick. Mir said Pa texted her that too many calls came in.”


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When Kaden opened her eyes she couldn’t really focus on anything. Everything was blurry, doubled over, hazy. She felt wet, like she’d been out in the rain, and there was a dull, distant pain throbbing through her whole body. Even the sound was far away, muffled by the sound of her blood pumping in her skull and a ringing in her ears.


Blurry figures danced above her, and past them she could see what she assumed was the mall's fluorescent lights. With effort she lifted her head, wincing as pain came crashing through her skull. She lifted one of her arms up to cup where the pain was centered and when she pulled it back it came away covered in blood and stray hair.


Her already racing heartbeat skipped over itself as her senses started to come flooding back. Before she could even register the sound of it a scream had ripped its way from her body as she writhed then curled in on herself. Every movement, every heartbeat, sent wave after wave of searing hot pain from her skin to her very core.


When her vision fully focused past the tears now streaming down her face the first thing she saw was her arms. One hand gripping the wet, blood covered carpet and the other…gone. Kaden choked on her emotions, her pain, another scream, as she shakily lifted what remained of it. Just below her elbow someone had severed it, and traveling down the length of what remained and the entirety of her other was dozens of cuts and gashes.


Every scream made Kaden’s head feel like it was going to explode, like her lungs were filled with fire, like her skin was coming apart in ribbons, but it was all she could manage through the shock of her state. When she looked down her entire torso down to her hips was also littered with wounds. She didn’t want to die, but the pain was all encompassing to the point it didn’t seem like the worst option available. She was in a sea of her own blood, too, half the conversation pit now stained in a shade of blue so personal and vibrant.


“Gods she’s a loud one.” One of her assailants groaned.


She looked up at him, eyes swimming with tears and voice tore to the point of ragged wheezing instead of screaming. He was looming over her, his face twisted up in glee and anger, and he was eating her arm.


Kaden retched, her lunch spilling onto the carpet and narrowly missing the fresh stump. When she tried to crawl away from him, even her insides hurt, and by the look of the blood soaking the crotch of her opened pants she could imagine what other atrocities they’d done to her as she laid there. She shakily grabbed hold of the seat she’d been so comfortably reading in and curled against the fabric, too weak to even stand.


“Why-” Was all she could gurgle out at first, voice hoarse from screaming and mouth filled with blood.


“Shame only Jiira got to fuck her, I was hopin’ to get a round in before the pigs got through the mobs.”


One of them threw something at Kaden as she trembled and hid her head behind what remained of her arm. Her breath came out in short, cropped sobs and gasps as she struggled to stay conscious. The mix of shock, blood loss, and pain was making everything fade in and out from her awareness.


Her leg was grabbed and she was pulled back to the floor and onto her back. She only had a moment to fearfully look up at the man straddling her before his fist cracked against her eye socket. Her head whipped to the side, neck making a crack sound of its own, and stars burst across her vision. His other fist met with her head, this time crunching against her muzzle and snapping her head to the opposite side.


Remnants of a scream crackled in her throat as she desperately held her arms in front of face and cowered. When he got off of her she curled up into the fetal position again, wrapping her arms around her head and pulling her legs tight against her chest. Someone had to come help her soon. She just had to stay safe until a helpful bystander scared them off, or the police showed up and gunned them down. She’d be okay as long as she kept conscious until then.


But when they grabbed her ankle again and began to drag her through the wet carpet, nobody came. And when they pulled her out of the pit and let her broken skull bounce off the steps, nobody came. And when she finally gathered just enough strength to feebly claw at the tiles and scream, still nobody came.


“Pleaash-” She slurred out, past her swollen face and the blood dripping out of her mouth. Her nails cracked as they caught on the edges of the tiles. In the stores, safely behind security gates and metal shutters, stood hundreds of other people. Most huddled away, not looking, but dozens still watched, like crows around a glimmering rock. Many recorded, many gawked, but none stepped out to help her.


“HELP ME!” She cried, voice echoing off the walls before whittling down into something little more than a whimper. “Please, a-anyone-” If just one person stepped out more would follow. There were only three people dragging her away, it wouldn’t take many at all to stop them. To save her, an innocent person just like them. But nobody moved aside from turning their faces away in shame or horror.


“This is taking too long-” The female of the group came around to Kaden’s head, threaded her arms below hers then lifted her upper half off the ground. She was covered in Kaden’s blood, her entire body. When she looked down she gave Kaden a sickeningly sweet smile that cracked into something more akin to a predator snarling at their prey.


She leaned down and pressed her lips to Kaden’s. When she’d quickly turned her head in disgust to break the invasive affection the girl growled and then yelled to the one who wasn’t carrying her.


“Zizi, she won’t let me kiss her!”


Even past the blood rushing through her skull Kaden found her voice grating. She trashed in their grip but that merely caused the man holding her ankle to reach back and grab her other leg, rendering her completely imobile.


“Now you listen here, you little fuck toy.” The man apparently called ‘Zizi’ slowed his pace so he could lean over Kaden. His muzzle crinkled with disgust and anger, but his lips twisted in something like a grin. “You let my lil’ sis kiss you or I cut’cher other arm off, alright?”


Kaden hissed as he punctuated the threat with a fresh stab to her ribcage. They were nearly out of the mall now, and not a single person had even attempted to save her. It felt like her heart was a ball of burning hot lead sunk deep in her chest and pulling a hole into her being. When she turned her head she found the girl who was carrying half of her hovering over her again, her blue tongue slowly running along her lips.


When she leaned down to kiss her that time Kaden didn’t fight, just whimpered and cringed as her tongue invaded her mouth. She writhed in their grasp, trying to pull her legs free, her arms free, anything to give her even the slightest chance of them dropping her and calling it a loss. But they held painfully tight to her body.


“You get her good, now, Mirin. Give her a good taste.” The brother said to her side before picking up his pace and ending up closer to her hooves. “Nothing more heart and crotch warming than two girls kissin’ don’t you think, Jiira? “


“I think it’ll be hotter when we’re safely out of this joint. Is Izin ready with the car?”


“Should be. Beat is ass if he aint’.”


Mirin broke her kiss with Kaden but used her hands, still wrapped around Kaden’s upper arms, to hold her mouth open. She looked up at her with a pitiful expression, eyes raw with tears and broken bone and mouth now mixed with blood and the other girls spit. As if sensing her disgust, Mirin spit into her mouth then clamped her muzzle shut.


“Bendin’ over you like this is hurting my back. I’ll kiss you proper at home, kay? Now swallow your dinner like a good girl.”


Kaden hiccuped, suppressed a gag, then swallowed as they exited the mall and walked right up to a running car out back. They carried her around to the back of the car, the driver with a face covered in a shocked blush, then opened the trunk. Kaden looked in, too weak to even squirm anymore but with the weight of her life dragging her stomach and heart deep into dark depths. “...plea…se…” She whimpered, unable to get even the plea out properly.


All three of the cusige looked at her, cocky and amused at her attempts, then the two holding her sent her flying inside. She hit hard, the fabric scratching at the open wounds, and only got a single split second more of light before the trunk was slammed shut and she was cast into darkness.


She couldn’t move, could barely keep her eyes open, could hardly will her lungs to suck in air. The car slammed forward and sped away, sending her limp body banging against the sides. Wherever they were going they were going fast, and they were taking quite a few turns. After a few sharp ones that knocked Kaden’s skull against the tools inside her body finally fully failed her. With sparkles of stars dancing across her vision and a sigh so deep it hurt her lungs, Kaden lost consciousness again.", "pools_count": 2, "title": "Blue Blue Butterfly - Chapter 1: Easy Mark", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "127" }