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I wanted to write a bit of a story after being inspired by some of the writers on this site. This is my first time writing about this specific subject matter. Hopefully someone gets something cool out of it. Please don't hesitate to comment!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "It's not a great title, but this was my working title for this piece. I wanted to write a bit of a story after being inspired by some of the writers on this site. This is my first time writing about this specific subject matter. Hopefully someone gets something cool out of it. Please don't hesitate to comment!", "writing": "The sound of headboards rhythmically thudding against the walls, bedsprings squeaking in protest, and cubs squealing in distress was music to this depraved shark?s earholes. While he was not as money-hungry or as greedy as some of his associates, he definitely appreciated the tune of a well-oiled business. Beautiful was the sound from the hallway outside his office, lined with closed doors where high-rolling customers had paid for a cub of their own and a night to do whatsoever they wished. \n\nNo limits.\n\nThe Club took care of everything. Suppling the cubs, instruments of play and torture, and even disposal if necessary. Each client could bring their own toys as well if they wished, of course. All they had to pay for was a small finder?s fee for the cub, rental by the hour for the room and tools, and a security fee -meant as a commitment to continued secrecy as to the whereabouts and nature of The Club. So far everything had run smoothly for years. He looked up at his door as he noticed movement, a steadily growing silhouette, signaling the approach of his assistant. He?d recognize her anywhere. Her scent, the smell of her blood, her taste... He licked his lips and waited for her to enter.\n\nShe opened the door a tiny bit and slipped inside timidly -almost as if she wanted to apologize to the door for inconveniencing it - and closed it quickly behind herself. Her hand lingered on the knob for a moment, as he watched her, suddenly remembering the night that she had lost her middle finger on that hand. It only added to her allure. The tiny alabaster-furred doe looked up at him for just a second then blushed and looked away at the ground as she approached. She had trouble meeting his eyes nowadays, but that was fine for him. The blush was a new touch though, he wondered what about this meeting had brought it on. Perhaps the sounds from the hallway had aroused her.\n\n\"Taylor,\" he whispered in a singsong-y voice, \"let?s work on that eye contact, yes?\"\n\nShe bit her lip and looked up at him. While most wouldn't catch the cruelty in his last comment, they both did. A strikingly beautiful malachite eye, specked with gold, met his sinister eyes, while, where the other should be, a lacy eyepatch with a series of vicious scars barely poking out from beneath sat instead.\n\n\"There?s my pretty girl,\" he chuckled with genuine love in his voice. \n\nShe flashed a timorous smile and nodded, \"thank you, sir. I-I wanted to tell you that the shipment has just arrived. The men said that it was held up at the border and that they had trouble getting it across in time. I know you don't like excuses so I d-docked their pay.\" She bit her lip again, a tell that her confidence was wavering, \"th-that was the right thing to do, right?\"\n\nHe tried not to laugh, they both knew that she had done perfectly, she had been his assistant long enough to know what the procedures were. He ignored that comment and sat back in his seat, thinking. \"That?s probably the military, making smuggling difficult to show everyone who?s in charge. They?ll want me to grease them a bit. Greedy pigs.\" Taylor looked concerned, but he shook his head. \"Nothing for you to worry your cute little head over.\" He stood up and walked around the table, slowly closing the distance between them.\n\nShe shivered as he ran a clawed finger across her collarbone, looking down at her denim-clad ass to watch that stubby tail flick nervously. \"Come, let?s check out the merchandise.\"\n\nShe nodded, \"y-yes sir.\"\n\nNo matter what could be said about their relationship, both he and Taylor knew that there were benefits in it for them both. He got a beautiful consort to play with, and she had -believe it or not - gained a great deal of confidence in herself. As long as she was interacting with anyone other than him. He had even mostly cured her of the stutter that she had when she first met him.\n\nThen again, he couldn't be sure if that had been a true speech impediment, or born of pure terror, but, either way, it was mostly imperceptible now. He looked her over before turning to the door. She was maybe fifteen or sixteen, too old to be of any interest to the customers that he usually catered to, but far too pretty to face the same fate that most of his merchandise did at that age. Standing about up to his chest, and wearing a cute little pixie cut with pink and teal colors dyed in, the petite doe had just the figure that he liked. Pert breasts, currently covered in a lingerie-style camisole that exposed her belly button. Tight daisy-dukes that didn't fit her personality perfectly displayed her ass without giving too much away. And that was it. She was a natural beauty.\n\nWhich wasn't to say he hadn't added some of his own tweaks to her physique. When they had first met, she had been one of the older pieces in a shipment of cubs. He singled her out and, instead of zeroing her out of the inventory immediately with a well-placed bullet, he had taken her to his private room to play. In the process, she had lost a finger and a delicious eye, but she had grown on him. He spared her, and, had kept her as a pet for a few years. Soon after, she graduated to his secretary and was officially counted as one of the staff now, spared from the grisly fate of so many others.\n\nTaylor followed him at a bit of a distance as he prowled down the hallway. \n\nHe stopped as one of the doors opened, a tall panther strode out proudly in the nude. He noticed the Owner and grinned brightly, giving him a nod. \"I?d shake your hand, but...\" Sure enough, the feline?s hands were covered in dried blood and other viscera and his knuckles looked a bit bruised. \n\nThe Owner laughed, \"I get it, the bathroom?s down the hall, I wouldn't wear that outside if I were you.\"\n\nThe other fur, too busy ogling Taylor to meet the Owner?s eyes shook his head, \"nah, I?ve got another one coming up in a few minutes. I want to see the look in the pup?s eyes when he sees me for the first time,\" he laughed.\n\nThe Owner smirked and nodded, \"right on,\" picking up the panther?s hippie vibe. \"Feel free to call me if you need anything. You?re a double diamond after all.\"\n\nThe Panther nodded and smiled before heading down the hall toward a cooler that was stocked with energy drinks. While there were wines and alcohol on sale, it awed the Owner just how quickly that vending machine was emptying each night. Taylor squealed and hugged her tablet to her chest protectively when the Panther slapped her ass as he passed. The Owner paid it no mind but Taylor blushed furiously. \n\nAt the end of the hall was a set of stairs that led down to a soundproofed door. Music blared when it was opened and the pair walked through to find themselves at the far rear of a large club. Male and female adults of several different species alike drank and danced and enjoyed themselves as cubs of varying ages and states of dress served as their waiters and waitresses. The bar was even run by a young lioness who wore a neon green collar, marking her as off limits. She was far too skilled to be sold off so easily. But for the right price... who knew? She made eye contact with the duo and flashed a smile at them.\n\nThey passed the guests, the Owner greeting wealthy or frequent ones and shaking their hands as he passed. The shark oozed class and dignity in front of them, brimming with business acumen and affluence; imposing, yet friendly at the same time.\n\nOnce through that room, they cut back behind the bar -the Owner was handed a shot glass by the young lioness, which he greedily through back and drank like it was water - then on through the kitchens and made their way to a locked door to which only he and Taylor held the keys. Beyond that, eerily silent after walking through another set of soundproofed doors, was the warehouse where inside, two large eighteen-wheelers were parked in the loading bays, their rear doors open.\n\nThe drivers and their guards snapped to attention as the Owner entered, standing up to greet him. They all seemed a bit upset, but kept their mouths closed as he approached. Taylor walked past him and authoritatively signaled for the guards to retrieve the loads while the Owner and drivers spoke about their payment. She kept a watchful eye as several wheeled bins were brought out and maneuvered into the warehouse proper. Once more she bit her lip, reliving the moment that she was brought in just the same way, but did not allow any emotion to show on the outside.\n\n\"That?s good,\" she called in a voice that could have tickled millions of ears as a singer if her destiny had been different, \"let?s get those tarps off.\" She was in her element now, calmer and less anxious.\n\nEach bin had a tarp over it which was then removed to reveal that they were all cages with wooden paneling on the floors and around the bottom third of each wall. They were only five feet tall, and six feet long, but the occupants could all stand if they weren't currently too frightened to. Inside each were several cubs, all young, she even eyed a couple of toddlers in their older sibling?s arms. They all looked as though they had been freshly captured, wearing school uniforms, team jerseys, or casual summer wear. \n\nShe hid a sigh but stepped forward to get a head count. Boys, girls, and toddlers. She used her tablet to keep track and take note of each species represented as well. \n\n``Look, man,'' one of the Hyena drivers growled, ``we did our job, we want to be paid. We-''\n\n``Keep talking, man,'' the Owner cut him off. ``I'll kill you.''\n\nThe threat came out of the blue. Everyone felt a cold fear fall over them, chilling them to their bones and it was only intensified by the moment of silence that followed. The Yeen stared in shock, he knew, just as everyone that had heard the emotionless resolution with which the words were uttered, that this was no mere threat. Even the cubs that were listening quieted, silenced by pure dread. \n\nThe Owner let the fear settle in for a moment before he stepped forward, grabbing the impertinent driver by his arm and pulling him in close before he could react. His arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him in to a friendly embrace. He leaned in close like a friendly confidant and spoke loud enough for all the staff to hear. ``Look. I get it. You want money. But you have to see my end. I have a schedule to maintain. Without stock. I have no business. Without business. You have no job. Now look, I?m not a heartless shark. If you want the fee that you just lost yourselves, you can earn it back.''\n\nHe let the Yeen go and stood up straight.\n\n``Word?''\n\n``Yes,'' the owner pulled out a slip of memo paper. ``In the next batch, I want this order filled. As extra. Not counting toward the usual total. Secure it, and you'll get paid what you lost today. Plus, a bonus.''\n\nHe waited quietly for the trembling hyena to reach out and take the paper, looking it over.\n\n``Agreed?''\n\n``Y-yes, sir.'' Stepping back, without taking his eyes from the shark, he held up a finger signaling for the drivers and guards to pack up to leave. Within a few minutes, they, and the trucks, were gone.\n\nThe Owner shook his head. ``They're getting pretty bold now. I guess I should pay them a bit more, try to regain some of that lost loyalty. The pressure from the military is probably getting to them. Why do the upstanding entrepreneurs have to pay more to cover the lower class? inability to manage the money they earn?'' He chuckled and shook his head.\n\nTaylor let him muse for a few moments before walking up to him. ``Shall we load them out to the re-conditioner?''\n\nHe shook his head no, ``wait one moment. We need an unconditioned batch. Choose fifteen and send them to the Labor department to be trained. Another fifteen to Reconditioning, and the remainder to the Daycare.''\n\nTaylor nodded, inwardly feeling a great deal of empathy for the group headed for the facility that they called the Daycare. It was nice enough, but unlike the other two areas, none of the cubs there would learn about what was to become of them. They'd feel true, fresh fear for those that paid for it. In the Labor department, they'd be trained to work in the club, knowing that they could be chosen to become a plaything at any point. And the Reconditioned group would be trained for everything that would be expected of them, they'd become sluts that lived for sex and abuse-and in some cases, the snuff that followed.\n\nShe had been living in the Daycare for a few weeks before he had her brought to his room as a pet. She looked over, noticing that he was staring into one of the cages. With a look of hunger that she had seen on his face several times, he keyed one open and pulled out a struggling cub.\n\nHe usually took one out of the bunch, unassuming, not too pretty, not too cute, so as not to cut down on his profits, but took one to keep him company for the night. Tonight, it was going to be a small Red Panda boy. He was pretty cute, Taylor had to admit, and she found herself happy on some level that he'd be too busy with him to fuck her tonight.\n\nShe directed a group of teenagers dressed in the club uniform -tight booty shorts and silk collars - to wheel the cages with the remaining cubs away. Following behind, she left him to his play.\n\nA few moments later, the Owner found himself alone in the receiving warehouse on a knee to get eye level with his new toy. He hungrily looked the boy over, imaging the many ways that the cub's final night might unfold. The small boy shivered, his ears lying flat against his head, fluffy tail between his legs, and chin tucked in to his chest. He was close to tears just being in the big, mean shark's presence. The Owner just drank in the kid's fear, milking it for all it was worth. He lived for each little flinch and worried whisker twich. And those watery eyes... magnificent.\n\nHe was still an inch or so shorter than the Owner when he knelt and had the familiar markings that all red pandas shared, along with the fluffy striped tail. He wore silk jersey shorts, bearing the logo of some professional team, and a cotton tee with a cute video game character on it. His eyes were a striking amber and set the Owner to wondering what they might taste like.\n\nAfter getting his fill, he finally spoke. ``What's your name, kid?''\n\nThe boy trembled, his bottom lip quivering. He tightened his grip on the boy's shoulder, silently chastising his disobedience. The boy quickly answered, ``i-its Jacob...'' he trailed off.\n\nThe Owner chuckled, ``Jacob, eh. That's a shitty name,'' the boy's flinch at hearing the curse word, highlighting his innocence, made his dick leap in his expensive pants, ``I'm going to call you Jakey.''\n\n``B-but,'' the boy wanted to correct him, but withered under the Owner's glare.\n\n``You and I are going to play tonight, Jakey boy. Don't worry, it'll be fun.'' That was true for one of them at least...\n\n``Are you going to hurt me, mister?''\n\nThe Owner just smirked and took the boy's hand, who instinctively held it for comfort despite his apprehension. The Owner's tail flicked slightly as he walked, undulating as though he were swimming, slowly stalking his prey. ``You won't have to worry about that. You're my little friend, right?''\n\nJacob didn't take much comfort in his words.\n\nGetting Jacob into one of the rooms wasn?t that difficult. Taylor had met back up with the duo afther they had gone a different direction through the club and they took a rear elevator while Taylor talked to the cub in her `motherly' voice. She gave him a small orange juice box which quickly made him a bit woozy and by the time they had arrive in the presidential suite and he was lifted by her onto the table, he didn't know what was happening. The room was blurring and melting around them as she slipped him out of his tee-shirt and wiggled him out of his shorts. Something felt odd to him about the whole thing, but for some reason, it never clicked for him to be worried. The alarm bells never went off even as his tightey-whitey undies were slipped down and over his rounded ass, baring a tiny cocklet and smooth sack to eyes that weren't his family's for the first time. Down, down, over his little thighs, knees, and then past his ankles, Taylor slipped them over his toes and tossed them aside onto the floor. He was much more interested in the texture of the dripping ceiling above them, dreamily reaching out to try and taste it.\n\nThe Owner grinned lasciviously and moved in to fondle the boy, cupping his sack and massaging it like he was examining a fine piece of jewelry. He tickled `Jakey's' uncut wee-wee with the tip of his claws causing the cub to squirm uncomfortably.\n\nHe was obviously finally starting to grow uneasy about the situation, but trusted Taylor as much as he distrusted the Owner. She stroked his forehead and cooed sweet, calming, yet ultimately meaningless platitudes into his fuzzy ears as she started strapped him down to the operating table now that the serum was starting to wear off. He flinched and yelped when the Owner stuck him and attached the IV to his arm, but quickly that pain passed too.\n\nThe Owner grinned, and caught her attention before stepping aside, and making a broad sweeping gesture toward the surgical implements, just out of Jacob?s sight. Taylor gasped when it dawned on her that he wanted her to torture the kit for him, but she bit back her objections and walked over to pick up the scalpel. She had seen him operate enough to guess how he wanted to begin. The Owner strapped a plastic bit gag into Jakey's mouth and waited for the fun to begin.\n\nTaylor was surprised at herself. She knew she should be scared, afraid of what was happening, but she wasn't. She knew that she wouldn't actually die tonight, probably, but that wasn't what was easing her fears. She couldn't tell exactly what it was though. Suddenly, here with a knife in her hand, there was a calmness that rushed over her, washing the terror from her. No. It was simply holding it back. As she probed her mind deeper, she decided that this was a better description. This calmness, whatever it was, was acting as a floodgate. The terror was still there as always, straining to drown her. She couldn't make up her mind, however, if she liked this better. Mortal fear, in its own way, was comforting. She was familiar with it. This... whatever it was, was worrying.\n\nThe Owner was waiting for her to make the first incision. As was Jacob, in his own way. The boy had an IV taped to his arm and was strapped down in the nude to the table at the neck, wrists, and ankles; as well as given a bit to gag him with. He could move, writhe, and squirm all he wanted, but he couldn't speak clearly, and couldn't escape. The IV was pumping in saline now, but could administer adrenaline to keep him alert, or any other concoction of drugs to make sure that he would not expire before the Owner was done with him. Whatever had been in the orange juice that he had been given was already wearing off and he was suddenly very aware of his situation. He blinked in the low lighting as the fog in his head dissipated and his eyes darted around to try and figure out what was actually happening. The room was no longer spinning and distorting and he couldn't remember why he had imagined that in the first place and why was he in a doctor?s office all the sudden?\n\nThere were people talking and moving just out of his viewing range, and she could hear the nice lady?s voice, so he felt a bit safer right away. Still, this was all strange... and his head was throbbing.\n\n\"Taylor,\" he grinned sinisterly at her, \"let?s begin. We?ll start with a game. You?ll make cuts where I tell you to, and once we?re inside, we?ll take an anatomy quiz. Sounds good, yeah?\"\n\nShe nodded, wondering where the sadistic catch was.\n\n\"Wrong answers will be punished.\"\n\nAh. There it was.\n\n\"Yes, sir.\" She approached with the knife held high, Jacob?s eyes locked on it and his struggling stopped for the briefest of moments as the shock and clarity set in, before it renewed with more vigor. For someone so small, he was putting up a good fight against his restraints. Little good it would do him though. Taylor held his chest with one hand to steady him, and leaned in close to whisper into his cute, fuzzy ears again. \"Please stop moving, this will only hurt more if you can?t hold still. Don?t worry, you won?t die.\" It surprised her how much she wanted to add the word ?yet? to that sentence, only to frighten him more. It was chilling to realize that she was slowly growing used to this level of sadism.\n\nOf course, this did nothing to assuage his sense of danger or have any calming effect at all, much to the Owner?s amusement. He leaned in and used a thick black sharpie to draw a line from the boy?s sternum all the way down to his waistline. As soon as the broad felt tip touched his thin chest fur the poor panda flinched and squealed, afraid that this was the first cut. In a fleeting show of paternal nurturing, the Owner patted the boy?s forehead and shushed him, cooing softly, gazing at his panicked eyes lovingly until the boy calmed.\n\nAlmost immediately he flinched again, his eyes dilating from the shock of the real incision just before he cried out in agony. Taylor was dismayed at the confirmation that a sound of pure anguish, caused by her own actions no less, rarely bothered her anymore. She heard this every day, maybe not so close, but every day nonetheless. The innocent little boy was thrashing and baring his pearly teeth in pain. Callously, methodically, she continued dragging the razor-sharp scalpel blade along its inky path, leaving a thin trail of red behind it.\n\nThe Owner rubbed his groin as his pants began to tint at the sight of that thin red line slowly widening as the blood began to spill over the rise in his chest, dying his fur, in small rivulets. The boy?s rapid breathing and quickened heart rate would keep it flowing nicely, he mused. Oddly though, it seemed like Jacob was holding very still now. Both out of the fear of what was happening to him now and maybe just a bit because of what Taylor had whispered to him. The boy was brave, at least. But only because he didn't know what was to follow.\n\nTaylor stood up straight and wiped her brow, she was already beginning to sweat and didn't notice that the hand she used to wipe her head, had been the same she was using to hold Jacob still. She had smeared a streak of red across her white forehead. The Owner found it endearing. She waited for his next instruction as Jacob continued to whine and sob. \n\nHe walked over closer and ran his fingers over the fresh cut, reveling in the blood sticking to his fingers and wetting his claws. He could feel the viscera and flesh of the neatly opened wound and licked his lips, feeling the urge to rip the cub?s chest open right there and then, but he had to refrain. Holding off from enjoying himself now, would lead to far more rewarding bliss in the future. Besides, he could always do that later. This was Taylor?s moment. With the marker, he drew another line across the boy?s waistline. In any other situation the sensation of a touch like this would have Jacob in a fit of tittering giggles, however now, each tickle jarred him to his core as he knew now that the blade would soon follow.\n\nJacob tensed up and scrunched the bed?s sheets up in his tiny paws, his diminutive claws ripping small cuts into them as he did so. He was trying to bite his lip in a futile effort to ward off the pain and distract himself, but was only succeeding in biting into the plastic of the unforgiving bit. Why were these people being so mean to him? He was a good boy, usually at least. He shouldn't have pushed Timmy during recess last Friday, he knew that, but he got detention for that already and made up with him too! He wracked his brain for any reason that the shark and deer-lady would want to bully him like this, but he couldn't come up with anything! Anything but the thought that they must just be bad people.\n\nThe Owner leaned in close and watched the pain and fear wash over Jacob?s face in mesmerizing waves. A thing of natural beauty. Like a sunset over a mountain peak, or a park in the summer. Peaceful in its chaotic stress.\n\nJacob shrieked and began to cry again, squeezing his eyes shut to try and will the bad people away, as another sharp pain flashed through his lower abdomen. A sharp chill, plunging into him, followed by a fiery flare of blinding pain as the blade was dragged through him, severing flesh and sinew and igniting nerve endings. He was hyperventilating now and Taylor was starting to worry that he might pass out. The Owner smiled at her as he adjusted some of the dials on the machine that controlled Jacob?s IV. The poor child would not pass out any time soon. He?d get to watch, feel, and experience every second of his torture, whether he wanted to or not.\n\nShe lay the scalpel down on the boy?s bare thigh, blade pointed toward his abdomen, and stepped back to let the Owner check out her work. He smiled. \"I was afraid that you?d cut too deep, or maybe too shallow. But,\" he wheeled around and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her close in to him before she even registered that he had moved; she was too terrified by the sudden movement to even squeal, \"it seems you?ve been watching us closer than we knew.\" He licked her face from chin to the strap of her eye patch, letting it snap back wetly against her cheek. \"You?ve been studying, you cheeky devil.\" He gave her ass a rough squeeze and let her go.\n\nShe panted and rubbed her ass as she took a step further around the bed, away from him and the knife. \"Th-thank you, sir. I?m just tr-trying to do m-m-my best.\" \n\nThe Owner looked away from Jacob?s shuddering sobs, over to her, with the same hungry look in his eyes as the pupils contracted and focused in on her. He bared his fangs and slowed his breathing; her re-emerging stutter was bringing his passion to a broil. He amended his plans to make sure that he bred both her and the boy before the night was over. \n\nTaylor watched with dismay, heart pounding, as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the ground. While she knew that she?d be left alone for now, she knew from experience that she had somehow just earned herself another night in his bed. He simply kicked them away and began to stroke his cock as he circled the bed, pacing around it, drinking in Jacob?s distress.\n\n\"Time to get your hands dirty, girly,\" he growled, voice husky with building lust that he was straining to keep reined in. ``Take the skin you just flayed and pull him open. Let me see the slut's guts! Get in there and make him bare everything to you.''\n\nTaylor forgot to hide her distaste for a moment and let a frown slip, showing how uncomfortable she was. She bit her lip again, and nodded, before turning back to her victim. ``Yes, sir.'' Picking the scalpel back up, she made eye contact with the tiny boy who looked up at her eyes clouded with agony and pain. He was trying to speak to her -to beg her for mercy - but failing to get anything out through the anguish from his chest and the bit in his mouth.\n\nShe went in to make a better cut, but the Owner grabbed her hand, squeezing it until she cried out and dropped the blade. ``Use those pretty, delicate, little hands of yours...''\n\nShe gulped and nodded, fighting back tears suddenly, and waited for him to free her hand. When he finally did, she reached down, trembling and stuck the fingers of one hand into the cut she had made. She was not a squeamish girl, not anymore, but the goopy warmth of his innards, the way his flesh wiggled and writhed around her fingers of its own will, and his piercing, primal scream, chilled her too her bones. She couldn't bring herself to look at Jacob as she slid the second hand in, knowing full well what a cub's face contorted in that much pain looked like, and instead, looked at the Owner.\n\nHe was grinning ear-to-ear, teeth bared and salivating, breathing heavily as he masturbated his veiny cock faster. \n\nWith a disgusted moan, drowned out by the stunning crescendo of Jacob's cries, she pulled the two flaps of skin apart, blood and viscera gushing into the air around her. The Owner was breathing raggedly now, obviously trying his best to edge an orgasm. He growled at her in that husky voice that haunted her dreams, ``good girl! Good Girl!! Now let me see him!''\n\nHe shoved past her and moved to the bottom of the table, leaning over the poor boy's body, his legs and groin soaked with his blood. Taylor quickly rushed past him and over to Jacob's IV, knowing that he would have to have adrenaline pumped into him or he would start to crash. She busied herself with that, trying to read the bloodstained dials as she configured them, while the Owner had his fun. He leaned in and touched his face to Jacob's exposed guts as the boy tried to flail his legs and kick the demented man away, only to be stopped by uncaring leather straps. He licked the boy's lower intestine and kept going down to his groin, then scooped his testicles and little dicklet into his toothy mouth.\n\nTaylor watched with disgust, unable to turn away, unaware that she was stroking Jacob's head and smoothing back his hair in a soothing manner. The boy, for his part, shuddered as the strange feeling from his cock intermingled with the demanding pains from his belly.\n\nThe Owner looked up from his gory plaything and locked his predatory gaze - bloodlust in his eyes - on his assistant. Silently he stood up, preteen blood dripping from his face, and walked with purpose to the tool tray -still vigorously stroking his cock all the while. He pulled something from beneath the towel that had been draped over it, something that had been hidden from Taylor this entire time.\n\nTaylor shuddered a little. In his clawed hands he held a black, rubber dildo. A strap-on. Rather modest in size, but she could see the opposite end -what would soon be her end - had a series of small protrusions that were designed to pleasure her as well. He handed it to her as he walked past and back up to Jacob. She took the hint and started to put it on.\n\n\"How we doing, kiddo?\" He asked Jacob, evilly. He just turned his head and groaned up at him around the gag with teary eyes. \"That good, eh? Well,\" he reached down and took the closest tiny paw in his hand and squeezed it lovingly before patting it with his other hand. Don't fret now, Miss Taylor is going to fix you up real nice. And then you can play with all the other snuffed cubs. Won?t that be nice?\"\n\nEven though Jacob had no idea what a ?snuffed cub? was, he knew enough to know that this evil man was not to be trusted. He was more than a bully. He could even see that he was bullying Miss Taylor into playing along with him too. It was all the evil shark?s fault. But... he hated Miss Taylor now too. \n\nBut, just a tiny bit less, even though she had done all this to him.\n\nThe Owner stepped away, out of Jacob?s vision, but he could hear the sound of squeaky wheels being rolled over to him. He came back with a big lamp that Jacob had seen in doctor tv shows. For when they were doing surgeries and saving people. It made sense to him now that this item would show up. He was having a surgery after all. His head was swimming in a vat of pain, endorphins, and adrenaline, and he couldn't keep his thoughts straight.\n\nThe light was affixed to his open guts, casting them in stage lighting that hid no detail, nor allowed no shadow. Parts of the little panda that had never seen light before were showered in it. Taylor found herself transfixed, gazing at the mess before her, but she concentrated on biting back her moans as she slipped the strap-on inside herself and buckled it on. The Owner adjusted a large curved mirror that sat between the light fixture and moved it until it showed Jacob?s face. He knew at that point, when he moved his hand, Jacob would be able to see his own insides in excruciating detail. No video game at any level of high definition would ever be able to compete with the spectacle he was about to see.\n\nWith a sadist?s flourish, he moved his hand and marveled at the cub?s reaction. Jacob stared in horror and shuddered, too terrified to cry anymore, and unable to pass out from the shock. He was just forced, by the unfeeling IV keeping him alert, an inability to move, and his own morbid curiosity, to stare at his own intestines and organs as they quivered and pulsated. Blood vessels twitching, pulpy masses writhing and contracting, indescribable horrors marveled to his young brain. He couldn't force himself to look away as he retched, watching as different internal workings did their jobs and churned up the bile that he was puking out. He marveled at the spectacle of having seen each and every step that led to it and... something finally snapped.\n\nIt set in to him finally, frazzling his little brain, that he was going to die on this bed. He couldn't cry anymore, or scream. He had just given up and accepted it. The Owner chuckled softly as he wiped the vomit off the boy?s chin and neck, then tossed the rag on the floor. He loved this part. Just when the victim thought they had reached rock bottom, he pulled the ground out from beneath them and taught them that hell had no bottom floor. He was as hard as he had ever been, leaking pre-cum into Jacob?s open chest, watching it mix with the blood and viscera inside him, when Taylor stepped up to the bed, wordlessly announcing that she was ready.\n\n``It's time for that test I promised,'' there was a coy, almost playfulness, to his tone, ``hilt him and tell me which sphincter you break.''\n\nShe flinched. While she knew some basic anatomy, and perhaps a bit more than the average person, there was no way she would know that. She prepared herself for what he might do to her as punishment, but aimed for Jacob's twitching rosebud and thrust her hips forward without mercy, tearing into Jacob's virgin ass.\n\nThe boy came alive again and screamed, and flailed, and wailed nonsensically, just as shocked and broken as the Owner had expected him to be. He began to laugh at the boy's pain. Then he turned his attention to Taylor who had begun to move, clearly trying to impress him so he would forget that she hadn't answered his question. She was biting back little whimpering moans, surprised by the way the dildo's protrusion and bumps were massaging her in all the right ways. She was quickly getting lost in it.\n\nThere would be time for that later. She hardly noticed him return to the tray, reach under it and return to her side. He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, close enough for the blood on his chin to stain the white fur on her face. ``The ani externus sphincter.''\n\nHer body went painfully rigid, locking up to tight for her to even scream as pain flared down her spine and she urinated involuntarily. By the time the clicking of the taser actually reached her ears, she had gone limp in his arms.\n\nHe laughed heartily and jammed a syringe into her arm, immediately slamming the plunger down. Another jolt ran through her body, this time causing her to shudder and her heart to pump faster than she had ever felt it before. She stood straight up and looked back at him, crying softly. \n\nHe waggled the taser at her menacingly, ``oops, I guess it was set a bit too high.''\n\nShakily, she wobbled, and went back to humping the poor cub, trying to give the evil shark the thrill he demanded.\n\n``This?'' his clawed finger pointed at a pulpy mass of viscera.\n\nShe continued to fuck Jacob's ass and gasped out, ``the small intestine...''\n\nHe made to shock her again but stopped himself. ``Partially right, I guess... Let me be more specific.'' Fishing around in the boy's guts, he moved organs aside as the boy moaned and groaned and pointed at a mass further back. ``This here.''\n\nTaylor leaned over Jacob as she thrust at his ass harder, unabashedly milking the waves of pleasure that washed over her at the boy's expense. Blinking, she sputtered out the answer, ``the jejunum.''\n\nHe stared at her, stunned. ``I'll be damned.''\n\nTaylor was enjoying herself way more than she thought she would have. She was repulsed by every aspect of what was happening, even moreso by the fact that she was not only involved, but the cause of Jacob?s suffering. For her own sanity, she put the onus on the Owner, but she knew she was to blame as well for not standing up to him. That was impossible though. She was just trying to make the best out of a terrible situation, right? It wasn't her fault, right?\n\nShe moaned and thrust her hips a bit harder, watching the plastic phallus ream deeper and deeper into Jacob?s guts. Both she and the cub were mesmerized by the horrid sight before them, overwhelmed by what they were feeling. Taylor couldn't stop, and Jacob was stricken brain-numb by the pain, he was staring straight at the gore that had once been his fluffy tummy. Tears and screams were gone now. The Owner slowly circled them, making sure to get a few of the carnage from every angle. Planning out the next phase of their little party as he watched.\n\nHe whispered into her ear, just inches away from it, \"keep it up, don?t slow down even a bit...\" His tone was menacing as always, but clearly implied some form of retaliation. She tuned him out and concentrated on what she was doing; and more importantly, what she was feeling. She didn't need the extra encouragement. But she almost lost her pace when she felt the prongs of his taser run down her spine, tickling her threateningly, reminding her what was at stake. To her shock, the fear added an exhilarating edge to her passion, driving her closer to climax.\n\n``Fuck it.''\n\nTaylor's bliss was snatched from her suddenly as she found herself tumbling away from Jacob, tossed aside by the much stronger owner. As she tumbled against the wall, he jammed his far more lively cock into Jacob, staring into his eyes, a hand around the boy's neck and another pinning one of his legs down, and fucked him like a whore.\n\nJacob's mind was in tatters, his brain couldn't process what was happening to him, much less all of the agony that he was feeling. Even if he was somehow able to survive all this trauma, he would never be the same. \n\nThat Old shark reveled in Jacob's shuddering breaths, each one a tiny bit weaker than the last. He celebrated the small gush of blood that sputtered with each thrust into the red panda's anus. If he angled his head just right, he could even see Jacob's heart beating at triple speed as the boy panicked.\n\nHe was losing himself in the boy's torment. But no! That's not how he wanted this night to go! It was too easy this way. With the willpower of a god, the discipline that had made him a billionaire in his teens, he pulled out of that delicious ass. His dick was engorged, throbbing like never before, coated in the child's blood. He turned to Taylor who was staring at him from where she had fallen up against the wall. ``Get your ass over here, slut, and finish the job!''\n\nTaylor scrambled to her feet and ran over, driven by fear as the floodgate that was holding it all back finally collapsed. She shoved and squeezed herself between the Owner and Jacob, because he refused to move, and entered the boy once more, far more easily this time as he had widened Jacob's asshole quite a great deal. She tried to match the pace that the Owner had set, trying to follow his example.\n\nHe watched the forced raping for only a few moments, trying not to stroke himself, until he realized that there was no way he could stop the tidal wave now. Sure that the doomed panda's blood would make a passable lube, he shoved Taylor over the boy, face-to-face, and shoved his cock up her ass. She screamed and bit Jacob's neck to ward away the sudden pain, crying as he started to try to fuck Jacob through her.\n\nThe trio rocked and shook the examination table obscenely as the chorus of their passions filled the torture room. Taylor found herself staring into Jacob's eyes, as the Owner ripped at her clothes, tossing them around the room, trying to apologize to him in some way. All she could come up with through the waves of her climax was stealing the cub's first and only kiss as the light slowly faded out of his eyes. As she came again and again the boy's eyes dulled and his struggling petered out to small twitches.\n\nThe Owner bellowed out a primal roar, driven to rage by bloodlust and the fact that he had let his passions overcome him and lost out on the best part of the night. He turned Taylor around and shoved her to the ground again, meaning to have her fellate him to orgasm but came forcefully on her face and breasts.\n\nEnraged, practically drug Taylor, both still completely nude and her with cum drying on her breasts, down the hallway and into his room as she struggled to stay on her feet and keep up. He slammed open the door and bodily threw her across the room and onto the bed. He closed and locked it as she landed on the soft, plush cushions. When she did get an opportunity to sleep in this bed, she loved it. It was the most comfortable thing she had ever felt. Even now, it graciously cushioned her fall and welcomed her with a loving embrace. She wished she could melt into it, however, as he stalked over to her, his avaricious eyes locked on her single one as his shadow fell over her, she knew that the bed would never grant her that wish.\n\nShe didn't know what he was going to demand next, and knew better than to ask or assume. All she could do now was wait and worry, stewing in her guesses as to what the immediate future may bring. He grabbed her by the arm, tight enough to leave a red imprint on her fair fur, and flipped her onto her stomach. As he began to position himself behind her, she took the hint and raised her ass and tail to grant him the access that he was about to demand. He was coming to his senses now, trying to calm himself -he could always try again later. Spanking her harshly, he shoved into her again and tried his best to grind his pelvis through to the bedsprings. He rutted her and began to breed her like they had when he first met her, rolling her onto his stomach as he lay on his back, and even picking her up to fuck her against the wall. All the while she gasped and moaned, trying to whether his thrusts and meet each one with her own. \n\nHe was hurting her, but he was also driving her to climax after climax. He had her head swimming, she allowed her mind, her body and soul, to be ravished and submitted to his onslaught -it was a better alternative than dwelling on the murder that she had just been a part of. Tossing her back on the bed, he penetrated her ass again and bit down into her tiny shoulder deeply. She screamed and came harder than she had ever, shuddering and spasming.\n\nHe roared, rattling the walls and baring his teeth and claws in a primal rage as he came into her ass. She groaned and held the bed tight, biting the pillow again and shivering as his boiling seed flooded into her. The feeling of being used, being dominated by something so powerful, needed by a being so much stronger than her, and the oozing warmth of his cum battering her deepest parts, the blaring pain in her shoulder, and the mind-numbing overwhelming sensation of it all, brought her to a final shuddering climax as well, her sweeter soprano scream accompanying his bellowing baritone beautifully.\n\nThey held for a few moments, panting softly as he continued to cum in her, his penis spurting and convulsing less and less as the seconds wore on, before they both collapsed. He fell on top of her, but raised back up, and kissed along her back, turning to lay on his side as he pulled out of her. She lay where he left her, still and quiet. There was a great deal of blood around her shoulder, dying her white fur crimson. It had wetted much of the sheets below her and had been soaked all the way up to her cheek by her fur. He lay beside her and slowly caught his breath running a claw lightly up and down her back, tracing her spine, waiting for her to move or say something.\n\nMinutes passed and she didn't rouse, but he just smiled.\n\n\"Don?t worry, we?re going to make something great out of you.\" He ran his finger over the fresh bite marks in her shoulder, as her chest started to slowly rise and fall again. \"If there?s anything left.\"\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The sound of headboards rhythmically thudding against the walls, bedsprings squeaking in protest, and cubs squealing in distress was music to this depraved shark?s earholes. While he was not as money-hungry or as greedy as some of his associates, he definitely appreciated the tune of a well-oiled business. Beautiful was the sound from the hallway outside his office, lined with closed doors where high-rolling customers had paid for a cub of their own and a night to do whatsoever they wished.

No limits.

The Club took care of everything. Suppling the cubs, instruments of play and torture, and even disposal if necessary. Each client could bring their own toys as well if they wished, of course. All they had to pay for was a small finder?s fee for the cub, rental by the hour for the room and tools, and a security fee -meant as a commitment to continued secrecy as to the whereabouts and nature of The Club. So far everything had run smoothly for years. He looked up at his door as he noticed movement, a steadily growing silhouette, signaling the approach of his assistant. He?d recognize her anywhere. Her scent, the smell of her blood, her taste... He licked his lips and waited for her to enter.

She opened the door a tiny bit and slipped inside timidly -almost as if she wanted to apologize to the door for inconveniencing it -  and closed it quickly behind herself. Her hand lingered on the knob for a moment, as he watched her, suddenly remembering the night that she had lost her middle finger on that hand. It only added to her allure. The tiny alabaster-furred doe looked up at him for just a second then blushed and looked away at the ground as she approached. She had trouble meeting his eyes nowadays, but that was fine for him. The blush was a new touch though, he wondered what about this meeting had brought it on. Perhaps the sounds from the hallway had aroused her.

"Taylor," he whispered in a singsong-y voice, "let?s work on that eye contact, yes?"

She bit her lip and looked up at him. While most wouldn't catch the cruelty in his last comment, they both did. A strikingly beautiful malachite eye, specked with gold, met his sinister eyes, while, where the other should be, a lacy eyepatch with a series of vicious scars barely poking out from beneath sat instead.

"There?s my pretty girl," he chuckled with genuine love in his voice.

She flashed a timorous smile and nodded, "thank you, sir. I-I wanted to tell you that the shipment has just arrived. The men said that it was held up at the border and that they had trouble getting it across in time. I know you don't like excuses so I d-docked their pay." She bit her lip again, a tell that her confidence was wavering, "th-that was the right thing to do, right?"

He tried not to laugh, they both knew that she had done perfectly, she had been his assistant long enough to know what the procedures were. He ignored that comment and sat back in his seat, thinking. "That?s probably the military, making smuggling difficult to show everyone who?s in charge. They?ll want me to grease them a bit. Greedy pigs." Taylor looked concerned, but he shook his head. "Nothing for you to worry your cute little head over." He stood up and walked around the table, slowly closing the distance between them.

She shivered as he ran a clawed finger across her collarbone, looking down at her denim-clad ass to watch that stubby tail flick nervously. "Come, let?s check out the merchandise."

She nodded, "y-yes sir."

No matter what could be said about their relationship, both he and Taylor knew that there were benefits in it for them both. He got a beautiful consort to play with, and she had -believe it or not - gained a great deal of confidence in herself. As long as she was interacting with anyone other than him. He had even mostly cured her of the stutter that she had when she first met him.

Then again, he couldn't be sure if that had been a true speech impediment, or born of pure terror, but, either way, it was mostly imperceptible now. He looked her over before turning to the door. She was maybe fifteen or sixteen, too old to be of any interest to the customers that he usually catered to, but far too pretty to face the same fate that most of his merchandise did at that age. Standing about up to his chest, and wearing a cute little pixie cut with pink and teal colors dyed in, the petite doe had just the figure that he liked. Pert breasts, currently covered in a lingerie-style camisole that exposed her belly button. Tight daisy-dukes that didn't fit her personality perfectly displayed her ass without giving too much away. And that was it. She was a natural beauty.

Which wasn't to say he hadn't added some of his own tweaks to her physique. When they had first met, she had been one of the older pieces in a shipment of cubs. He singled her out and, instead of zeroing her out of the inventory immediately with a well-placed bullet, he had taken her to his private room to play. In the process, she had lost a finger and a delicious eye, but she had grown on him. He spared her, and, had kept her as a pet for a few years. Soon after, she graduated to his secretary and was officially counted as one of the staff now, spared from the grisly fate of so many others.

Taylor followed him at a bit of a distance as he prowled down the hallway.

He stopped as one of the doors opened, a tall panther strode out proudly in the nude. He noticed the Owner and grinned brightly, giving him a nod. "I?d shake your hand, but..." Sure enough, the feline?s hands were covered in dried blood and other viscera and his knuckles looked a bit bruised.

The Owner laughed, "I get it, the bathroom?s down the hall, I wouldn't wear that outside if I were you."

The other fur, too busy ogling Taylor to meet the Owner?s eyes shook his head, "nah, I?ve got another one coming up in a few minutes. I want to see the look in the pup?s eyes when he sees me for the first time," he laughed.

The Owner smirked and nodded, "right on," picking up the panther?s hippie vibe. "Feel free to call me if you need anything. You?re a double diamond after all."

The Panther nodded and smiled before heading down the hall toward a cooler that was stocked with energy drinks. While there were wines and alcohol on sale, it awed the Owner just how quickly that vending machine was emptying each night. Taylor squealed and hugged her tablet to her chest protectively when the Panther slapped her ass as he passed. The Owner paid it no mind but Taylor blushed furiously.

At the end of the hall was a set of stairs that led down to a soundproofed door. Music blared when it was opened and the pair walked through to find themselves at the far rear of a large club. Male and female adults of several different species alike drank and danced and enjoyed themselves as cubs of varying ages and states of dress served as their waiters and waitresses. The bar was even run by a young lioness who wore a neon green collar, marking her as off limits. She was far too skilled to be sold off so easily. But for the right price... who knew? She made eye contact with the duo and flashed a smile at them.

They passed the guests, the Owner greeting wealthy or frequent ones and shaking their hands as he passed. The shark oozed class and dignity in front of them, brimming with business acumen and affluence; imposing, yet friendly at the same time.

Once through that room, they cut back behind the bar -the Owner was handed a shot glass by the young lioness, which he greedily through back and drank like it was water - then on through the kitchens and made their way to a locked door to which only he and Taylor held the keys. Beyond that, eerily silent after walking through another set of soundproofed doors, was the warehouse where inside, two large eighteen-wheelers were parked in the loading bays, their rear doors open.

The drivers and their guards snapped to attention as the Owner entered, standing up to greet him. They all seemed a bit upset, but kept their mouths closed as he approached. Taylor walked past him and authoritatively signaled for the guards to retrieve the loads while the Owner and drivers spoke about their payment. She kept a watchful eye as several wheeled bins were brought out and maneuvered into the warehouse proper. Once more she bit her lip, reliving the moment that she was brought in just the same way, but did not allow any emotion to show on the outside.

"That?s good," she called in a voice that could have tickled millions of ears as a singer if her destiny had been different, "let?s get those tarps off." She was in her element now, calmer and less anxious.

Each bin had a tarp over it which was then removed to reveal that they were all cages with wooden paneling on the floors and around the bottom third of each wall. They were only five feet tall, and six feet long, but the occupants could all stand if they weren't currently too frightened to. Inside each were several cubs, all young, she even eyed a couple of toddlers in their older sibling?s arms. They all looked as though they had been freshly captured, wearing school uniforms, team jerseys, or casual summer wear.

She hid a sigh but stepped forward to get a head count. Boys, girls, and toddlers. She used her tablet to keep track and take note of each species represented as well.

``Look, man,'' one of the Hyena drivers growled, ``we did our job, we want to be paid. We-''

``Keep talking, man,'' the Owner cut him off. ``I'll kill you.''

The threat came out of the blue. Everyone felt a cold fear fall over them, chilling them to their bones and it was only intensified by the moment of silence that followed. The Yeen stared in shock, he knew, just as everyone that had heard the emotionless resolution with which the words were uttered, that this was no mere threat. Even the cubs that were listening quieted, silenced by pure dread.

The Owner let the fear settle in for a moment before he stepped forward, grabbing the impertinent driver by his arm and pulling him in close before he could react. His arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him in to a friendly embrace. He leaned in close like a friendly confidant and spoke loud enough for all the staff to hear. ``Look. I get it. You want money. But you have to see my end. I have a schedule to maintain. Without stock. I have no business. Without business. You have no job. Now look, I?m not a heartless shark. If you want the fee that you just lost yourselves, you can earn it back.''

He let the Yeen go and stood up straight.

``Word?''

``Yes,'' the owner pulled out a slip of memo paper. ``In the next batch, I want this order filled. As extra. Not counting toward the usual total. Secure it, and you'll get paid what you lost today. Plus, a bonus.''

He waited quietly for the trembling hyena to reach out and take the paper, looking it over.

``Agreed?''

``Y-yes, sir.'' Stepping back, without taking his eyes from the shark, he held up a finger signaling for the drivers and guards to pack up to leave. Within a few minutes, they, and the trucks, were gone.

The Owner shook his head. ``They're getting pretty bold now. I guess I should pay them a bit more, try to regain some of that lost loyalty. The pressure from the military is probably getting to them. Why do the upstanding entrepreneurs have to pay more to cover the lower class? inability to manage the money they earn?'' He chuckled and shook his head.

Taylor let him muse for a few moments before walking up to him. ``Shall we load them out to the re-conditioner?''

He shook his head no, ``wait one moment. We need an unconditioned batch. Choose fifteen and send them to the Labor department to be trained. Another fifteen to Reconditioning, and the remainder to the Daycare.''

Taylor nodded, inwardly feeling a great deal of empathy for the group headed for the facility that they called the Daycare. It was nice enough, but unlike the other two areas, none of the cubs there would learn about what was to become of them. They'd feel true, fresh fear for those that paid for it. In the Labor department, they'd be trained to work in the club, knowing that they could be chosen to become a plaything at any point. And the Reconditioned group would be trained for everything that would be expected of them, they'd become sluts that lived for sex and abuse-and in some cases, the snuff that followed.

She had been living in the Daycare for a few weeks before he had her brought to his room as a pet. She looked over, noticing that he was staring into one of the cages. With a look of hunger that she had seen on his face several times, he keyed one open and pulled out a struggling cub.

He usually took one out of the bunch, unassuming, not too pretty, not too cute, so as not to cut down on his profits, but took one to keep him company for the night. Tonight, it was going to be a small Red Panda boy. He was pretty cute, Taylor had to admit, and she found herself happy on some level that he'd be too busy with him to fuck her tonight.

She directed a group of teenagers dressed in the club uniform -tight booty shorts and silk collars - to wheel the cages with the remaining cubs away. Following behind, she left him to his play.

A few moments later, the Owner found himself alone in the receiving warehouse on a knee to get eye level with his new toy. He hungrily looked the boy over, imaging the many ways that the cub's final night might unfold. The small boy shivered, his ears lying flat against his head, fluffy tail between his legs, and chin tucked in to his chest. He was close to tears just being in the big, mean shark's presence. The Owner just drank in the kid's fear, milking it for all it was worth. He lived for each little flinch and worried whisker twich. And those watery eyes... magnificent.

He was still an inch or so shorter than the Owner when he knelt and had the familiar markings that all red pandas shared, along with the fluffy striped tail. He wore silk jersey shorts, bearing the logo of some professional team, and a cotton tee with a cute video game character on it. His eyes were a striking amber and set the Owner to wondering what they might taste like.

After getting his fill, he finally spoke. ``What's your name, kid?''

The boy trembled, his bottom lip quivering. He tightened his grip on the boy's shoulder, silently chastising his disobedience. The boy quickly answered, ``i-its Jacob...'' he trailed off.

The Owner chuckled, ``Jacob, eh. That's a shitty name,'' the boy's flinch at hearing the curse word, highlighting his innocence, made his dick leap in his expensive pants, ``I'm going to call you Jakey.''

``B-but,'' the boy wanted to correct him, but withered under the Owner's glare.

``You and I are going to play tonight, Jakey boy. Don't worry, it'll be fun.'' That was true for one of them at least...

``Are you going to hurt me, mister?''

The Owner just smirked and took the boy's hand, who instinctively held it for comfort despite his apprehension. The Owner's tail flicked slightly as he walked, undulating as though he were swimming, slowly stalking his prey. ``You won't have to worry about that. You're my little friend, right?''

Jacob didn't take much comfort in his words.

Getting Jacob into one of the rooms wasn?t that difficult. Taylor had met back up with the duo afther they had gone a different direction through the club and they took a rear elevator while Taylor talked to the cub in her `motherly' voice. She gave him a small orange juice box which quickly made him a bit woozy and by the time they had arrive in the presidential suite and he was lifted by her onto the table, he didn't know what was happening. The room was blurring and melting around them as she slipped him out of his tee-shirt and wiggled him out of his shorts. Something felt odd to him about the whole thing, but for some reason, it never clicked for him to be worried. The alarm bells never went off even as his tightey-whitey undies were slipped down and over his rounded ass, baring a tiny cocklet and smooth sack to eyes that weren't his family's for the first time. Down, down, over his little thighs, knees, and then past his ankles, Taylor slipped them over his toes and tossed them aside onto the floor. He was much more interested in the texture of the dripping ceiling above them, dreamily reaching out to try and taste it.

The Owner grinned lasciviously and moved in to fondle the boy, cupping his sack and massaging it like he was examining a fine piece of jewelry. He tickled `Jakey's' uncut wee-wee with the tip of his claws causing the cub to squirm uncomfortably.

He was obviously finally starting to grow uneasy about the situation, but trusted Taylor as much as he distrusted the Owner. She stroked his forehead and cooed sweet, calming, yet ultimately meaningless platitudes into his fuzzy ears as she started strapped him down to the operating table now that the serum was starting to wear off. He flinched and yelped when the Owner stuck him and attached the IV to his arm, but quickly that pain passed too.

The Owner grinned, and caught her attention before stepping aside, and making a broad sweeping gesture toward the surgical implements, just out of Jacob?s sight. Taylor gasped when it dawned on her that he wanted her to torture the kit for him, but she bit back her objections and walked over to pick up the scalpel. She had seen him operate enough to guess how he wanted to begin. The Owner strapped a plastic bit gag into Jakey's mouth and waited for the fun to begin.

Taylor was surprised at herself. She knew she should be scared, afraid of what was happening, but she wasn't. She knew that she wouldn't actually die tonight, probably, but that wasn't what was easing her fears. She couldn't tell exactly what it was though. Suddenly, here with a knife in her hand, there was a calmness that rushed over her, washing the terror from her. No. It was simply holding it back. As she probed her mind deeper, she decided that this was a better description. This calmness, whatever it was, was acting as a floodgate. The terror was still there as always, straining to drown her. She couldn't make up her mind, however, if she liked this better. Mortal fear, in its own way, was comforting. She was familiar with it. This... whatever it was, was worrying.

The Owner was waiting for her to make the first incision. As was Jacob, in his own way. The boy had an IV taped to his arm and was strapped down in the nude to the table at the neck, wrists, and ankles; as well as given a bit to gag him with. He could move, writhe, and squirm all he wanted, but he couldn't speak clearly, and couldn't escape. The IV was pumping in saline now, but could administer adrenaline to keep him alert, or any other concoction of drugs to make sure that he would not expire before the Owner was done with him. Whatever had been in the orange juice that he had been given was already wearing off and he was suddenly very aware of his situation. He blinked in the low lighting as the fog in his head dissipated and his eyes darted around to try and figure out what was actually happening. The room was no longer spinning and distorting and he couldn't remember why he had imagined that in the first place and why was he in a doctor?s office all the sudden?

There were people talking and moving just out of his viewing range, and she could hear the nice lady?s voice, so he felt a bit safer right away. Still, this was all strange... and his head was throbbing.

"Taylor," he grinned sinisterly at her, "let?s begin. We?ll start with a game. You?ll make cuts where I tell you to, and once we?re inside, we?ll take an anatomy quiz. Sounds good, yeah?"

She nodded, wondering where the sadistic catch was.

"Wrong answers will be punished."

Ah. There it was.

"Yes, sir." She approached with the knife held high, Jacob?s eyes locked on it and his struggling stopped for the briefest of moments as the shock and clarity set in, before it renewed with more vigor. For someone so small, he was putting up a good fight against his restraints. Little good it would do him though. Taylor held his chest with one hand to steady him, and leaned in close to whisper into his cute, fuzzy ears again. "Please stop moving, this will only hurt more if you can?t hold still. Don?t worry, you won?t die." It surprised her how much she wanted to add the word ?yet? to that sentence, only to frighten him more. It was chilling to realize that she was slowly growing used to this level of sadism.

Of course, this did nothing to assuage his sense of danger or have any calming effect at all, much to the Owner?s amusement. He leaned in and used a thick black sharpie to draw a line from the boy?s sternum all the way down to his waistline. As soon as the broad felt tip touched his thin chest fur the poor panda flinched and squealed, afraid that this was the first cut. In a fleeting show of paternal nurturing, the Owner patted the boy?s forehead and shushed him, cooing softly, gazing at his panicked eyes lovingly until the boy calmed.

Almost immediately he flinched again, his eyes dilating from the shock of the real incision just before he cried out in agony. Taylor was dismayed at the confirmation that a sound of pure anguish, caused by her own actions no less, rarely bothered her anymore. She heard this every day, maybe not so close, but every day nonetheless. The innocent little boy was thrashing and baring his pearly teeth in pain. Callously, methodically, she continued dragging the razor-sharp scalpel blade along its inky path, leaving a thin trail of red behind it.

The Owner rubbed his groin as his pants began to tint at the sight of that thin red line slowly widening as the blood began to spill over the rise in his chest, dying his fur, in small rivulets. The boy?s rapid breathing and quickened heart rate would keep it flowing nicely, he mused. Oddly though, it seemed like Jacob was holding very still now. Both out of the fear of what was happening to him now and maybe just a bit because of what Taylor had whispered to him. The boy was brave, at least. But only because he didn't know what was to follow.

Taylor stood up straight and wiped her brow, she was already beginning to sweat and didn't notice that the hand she used to wipe her head, had been the same she was using to hold Jacob still. She had smeared a streak of red across her white forehead. The Owner found it endearing. She waited for his next instruction as Jacob continued to whine and sob.

He walked over closer and ran his fingers over the fresh cut, reveling in the blood sticking to his fingers and wetting his claws. He could feel the viscera and flesh of the neatly opened wound and licked his lips, feeling the urge to rip the cub?s chest open right there and then, but he had to refrain. Holding off from enjoying himself now, would lead to far more rewarding bliss in the future. Besides, he could always do that later. This was Taylor?s moment. With the marker, he drew another line across the boy?s waistline. In any other situation the sensation of a touch like this would have Jacob in a fit of tittering giggles, however now, each tickle jarred him to his core as he knew now that the blade would soon follow.

Jacob tensed up and scrunched the bed?s sheets up in his tiny paws, his diminutive claws ripping small cuts into them as he did so. He was trying to bite his lip in a futile effort to ward off the pain and distract himself, but was only succeeding in biting into the plastic of the unforgiving bit. Why were these people being so mean to him? He was a good boy, usually at least. He shouldn't have pushed Timmy during recess last Friday, he knew that, but he got detention for that already and made up with him too! He wracked his brain for any reason that the shark and deer-lady would want to bully him like this, but he couldn't come up with anything! Anything but the thought that they must just be bad people.

The Owner leaned in close and watched the pain and fear wash over Jacob?s face in mesmerizing waves. A thing of natural beauty. Like a sunset over a mountain peak, or a park in the summer. Peaceful in its chaotic stress.

Jacob shrieked and began to cry again, squeezing his eyes shut to try and will the bad people away, as another sharp pain flashed through his lower abdomen. A sharp chill, plunging into him, followed by a fiery flare of blinding pain as the blade was dragged through him, severing flesh and sinew and igniting nerve endings. He was hyperventilating now and Taylor was starting to worry that he might pass out. The Owner smiled at her as he adjusted some of the dials on the machine that controlled Jacob?s IV. The poor child would not pass out any time soon. He?d get to watch, feel, and experience every second of his torture, whether he wanted to or not.

She lay the scalpel down on the boy?s bare thigh, blade pointed toward his abdomen, and stepped back to let the Owner check out her work. He smiled. "I was afraid that you?d cut too deep, or maybe too shallow. But," he wheeled around and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her close in to him before she even registered that he had moved; she was too terrified by the sudden movement to even squeal, "it seems you?ve been watching us closer than we knew." He licked her face from chin to the strap of her eye patch, letting it snap back wetly against her cheek. "You?ve been studying, you cheeky devil." He gave her ass a rough squeeze and let her go.

She panted and rubbed her ass as she took a step further around the bed, away from him and the knife. "Th-thank you, sir. I?m just tr-trying to do m-m-my best."

The Owner looked away from Jacob?s shuddering sobs, over to her, with the same hungry look in his eyes as the pupils contracted and focused in on her. He bared his fangs and slowed his breathing; her re-emerging stutter was bringing his passion to a broil. He amended his plans to make sure that he bred both her and the boy before the night was over.

Taylor watched with dismay, heart pounding, as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the ground. While she knew that she?d be left alone for now, she knew from experience that she had somehow just earned herself another night in his bed. He simply kicked them away and began to stroke his cock as he circled the bed, pacing around it, drinking in Jacob?s distress.

"Time to get your hands dirty, girly," he growled, voice husky with building lust that he was straining to keep reined in. ``Take the skin you just flayed and pull him open. Let me see the slut's guts! Get in there and make him bare everything to you.''

Taylor forgot to hide her distaste for a moment and let a frown slip, showing how uncomfortable she was. She bit her lip again, and nodded, before turning back to her victim. ``Yes, sir.'' Picking the scalpel back up, she made eye contact with the tiny boy who looked up at her eyes clouded with agony and pain. He was trying to speak to her -to beg her for mercy - but failing to get anything out through the anguish from his chest and the bit in his mouth.

She went in to make a better cut, but the Owner grabbed her hand, squeezing it until she cried out and dropped the blade. ``Use those pretty, delicate, little hands of yours...''

She gulped and nodded, fighting back tears suddenly, and waited for him to free her hand. When he finally did, she reached down, trembling and stuck the fingers of one hand into the cut she had made. She was not a squeamish girl, not anymore, but the goopy warmth of his innards, the way his flesh wiggled and writhed around her fingers of its own will, and his piercing, primal scream, chilled her too her bones. She couldn't bring herself to look at Jacob as she slid the second hand in, knowing full well what a cub's face contorted in that much pain looked like, and instead, looked at the Owner.

He was grinning ear-to-ear, teeth bared and salivating, breathing heavily as he masturbated his veiny cock faster.

With a disgusted moan, drowned out by the stunning crescendo of Jacob's cries, she pulled the two flaps of skin apart, blood and viscera gushing into the air around her. The Owner was breathing raggedly now, obviously trying his best to edge an orgasm. He growled at her in that husky voice that haunted her dreams, ``good girl! Good Girl!! Now let me see him!''

He shoved past her and moved to the bottom of the table, leaning over the poor boy's body, his legs and groin soaked with his blood. Taylor quickly rushed past him and over to Jacob's IV, knowing that he would have to have adrenaline pumped into him or he would start to crash. She busied herself with that, trying to read the bloodstained dials as she configured them, while the Owner had his fun. He leaned in and touched his face to Jacob's exposed guts as the boy tried to flail his legs and kick the demented man away, only to be stopped by uncaring leather straps. He licked the boy's lower intestine and kept going down to his groin, then scooped his testicles and little dicklet into his toothy mouth.

Taylor watched with disgust, unable to turn away, unaware that she was stroking Jacob's head and smoothing back his hair in a soothing manner. The boy, for his part, shuddered as the strange feeling from his cock intermingled with the demanding pains from his belly.

The Owner looked up from his gory plaything and locked his predatory gaze - bloodlust in his eyes - on his assistant. Silently he stood up, preteen blood dripping from his face, and walked with purpose to the tool tray -still vigorously stroking his cock all the while. He pulled something from beneath the towel that had been draped over it, something that had been hidden from Taylor this entire time.

Taylor shuddered a little. In his clawed hands he held a black, rubber dildo. A strap-on. Rather modest in size, but she could see the opposite end -what would soon be her end - had a series of small protrusions that were designed to pleasure her as well. He handed it to her as he walked past and back up to Jacob. She took the hint and started to put it on.

"How we doing, kiddo?" He asked Jacob, evilly. He just turned his head and groaned up at him around the gag with teary eyes. "That good, eh? Well," he reached down and took the closest tiny paw in his hand and squeezed it lovingly before patting it with his other hand. Don't fret now, Miss Taylor is going to fix you up real nice. And then you can play with all the other snuffed cubs. Won?t that be nice?"

Even though Jacob had no idea what a ?snuffed cub? was, he knew enough to know that this evil man was not to be trusted. He was more than a bully. He could even see that he was bullying Miss Taylor into playing along with him too. It was all the evil shark?s fault. But... he hated Miss Taylor now too.

But, just a tiny bit less, even though she had done all this to him.

The Owner stepped away, out of Jacob?s vision, but he could hear the sound of squeaky wheels being rolled over to him. He came back with a big lamp that Jacob had seen in doctor tv shows. For when they were doing surgeries and saving people. It made sense to him now that this item would show up. He was having a surgery after all. His head was swimming in a vat of pain, endorphins, and adrenaline, and he couldn't keep his thoughts straight.

The light was affixed to his open guts, casting them in stage lighting that hid no detail, nor allowed no shadow. Parts of the little panda that had never seen light before were showered in it. Taylor found herself transfixed, gazing at the mess before her, but she concentrated on biting back her moans as she slipped the strap-on inside herself and buckled it on. The Owner adjusted a large curved mirror that sat between the light fixture and moved it until it showed Jacob?s face. He knew at that point, when he moved his hand, Jacob would be able to see his own insides in excruciating detail. No video game at any level of high definition would ever be able to compete with the spectacle he was about to see.

With a sadist?s flourish, he moved his hand and marveled at the cub?s reaction. Jacob stared in horror and shuddered, too terrified to cry anymore, and unable to pass out from the shock. He was just forced, by the unfeeling IV keeping him alert, an inability to move, and his own morbid curiosity, to stare at his own intestines and organs as they quivered and pulsated. Blood vessels twitching, pulpy masses writhing and contracting, indescribable horrors marveled to his young brain. He couldn't force himself to look away as he retched, watching as different internal workings did their jobs and churned up the bile that he was puking out. He marveled at the spectacle of having seen each and every step that led to it and... something finally snapped.

It set in to him finally, frazzling his little brain, that he was going to die on this bed. He couldn't cry anymore, or scream. He had just given up and accepted it. The Owner chuckled softly as he wiped the vomit off the boy?s chin and neck, then tossed the rag on the floor. He loved this part. Just when the victim thought they had reached rock bottom, he pulled the ground out from beneath them and taught them that hell had no bottom floor. He was as hard as he had ever been, leaking pre-cum into Jacob?s open chest, watching it mix with the blood and viscera inside him, when Taylor stepped up to the bed, wordlessly announcing that she was ready.

``It's time for that test I promised,'' there was a coy, almost playfulness, to his tone, ``hilt him and tell me which sphincter you break.''

She flinched. While she knew some basic anatomy, and perhaps a bit more than the average person, there was no way she would know that. She prepared herself for what he might do to her as punishment, but aimed for Jacob's twitching rosebud and thrust her hips forward without mercy, tearing into Jacob's virgin ass.

The boy came alive again and screamed, and flailed, and wailed nonsensically, just as shocked and broken as the Owner had expected him to be. He began to laugh at the boy's pain. Then he turned his attention to Taylor who had begun to move, clearly trying to impress him so he would forget that she hadn't answered his question. She was biting back little whimpering moans, surprised by the way the dildo's protrusion and bumps were massaging her in all the right ways. She was quickly getting lost in it.

There would be time for that later. She hardly noticed him return to the tray, reach under it and return to her side. He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, close enough for the blood on his chin to stain the white fur on her face. ``The ani externus sphincter.''

Her body went painfully rigid, locking up to tight for her to even scream as pain flared down her spine and she urinated involuntarily. By the time the clicking of the taser actually reached her ears, she had gone limp in his arms.

He laughed heartily and jammed a syringe into her arm, immediately slamming the plunger down. Another jolt ran through her body, this time causing her to shudder and her heart to pump faster than she had ever felt it before. She stood straight up and looked back at him, crying softly.

He waggled the taser at her menacingly, ``oops, I guess it was set a bit too high.''

Shakily, she wobbled, and went back to humping the poor cub, trying to give the evil shark the thrill he demanded.

``This?'' his clawed finger pointed at a pulpy mass of viscera.

She continued to fuck Jacob's ass and gasped out, ``the small intestine...''

He made to shock her again but stopped himself. ``Partially right, I guess... Let me be more specific.'' Fishing around in the boy's guts, he moved organs aside as the boy moaned and groaned and pointed at a mass further back. ``This here.''

Taylor leaned over Jacob as she thrust at his ass harder, unabashedly milking the waves of pleasure that washed over her at the boy's expense. Blinking, she sputtered out the answer, ``the jejunum.''

He stared at her, stunned. ``I'll be damned.''

Taylor was enjoying herself way more than she thought she would have. She was repulsed by every aspect of what was happening, even moreso by the fact that she was not only involved, but the cause of Jacob?s suffering. For her own sanity, she put the onus on the Owner, but she knew she was to blame as well for not standing up to him. That was impossible though. She was just trying to make the best out of a terrible situation, right? It wasn't her fault, right?

She moaned and thrust her hips a bit harder, watching the plastic phallus ream deeper and deeper into Jacob?s guts. Both she and the cub were mesmerized by the horrid sight before them, overwhelmed by what they were feeling. Taylor couldn't stop, and Jacob was stricken brain-numb by the pain, he was staring straight at the gore that had once been his fluffy tummy. Tears and screams were gone now. The Owner slowly circled them, making sure to get a few of the carnage from every angle. Planning out the next phase of their little party as he watched.

He whispered into her ear, just inches away from it, "keep it up, don?t slow down even a bit..." His tone was menacing as always, but clearly implied some form of retaliation. She tuned him out and concentrated on what she was doing; and more importantly, what she was feeling. She didn't need the extra encouragement. But she almost lost her pace when she felt the prongs of his taser run down her spine, tickling her threateningly, reminding her what was at stake. To her shock, the fear added an exhilarating edge to her passion, driving her closer to climax.

``Fuck it.''

Taylor's bliss was snatched from her suddenly as she found herself tumbling away from Jacob, tossed aside by the much stronger owner. As she tumbled against the wall, he jammed his far more lively cock into Jacob, staring into his eyes, a hand around the boy's neck and another pinning one of his legs down, and fucked him like a whore.

Jacob's mind was in tatters, his brain couldn't process what was happening to him, much less all of the agony that he was feeling. Even if he was somehow able to survive all this trauma, he would never be the same.

That Old shark reveled in Jacob's shuddering breaths, each one a tiny bit weaker than the last. He celebrated the small gush of blood that sputtered with each thrust into the red panda's anus. If he angled his head just right, he could even see Jacob's heart beating at triple speed as the boy panicked.

He was losing himself in the boy's torment. But no! That's not how he wanted this night to go! It was too easy this way. With the willpower of a god, the discipline that had made him a billionaire in his teens, he pulled out of that delicious ass. His dick was engorged, throbbing like never before, coated in the child's blood. He turned to Taylor who was staring at him from where she had fallen up against the wall. ``Get your ass over here, slut, and finish the job!''

Taylor scrambled to her feet and ran over, driven by fear as the floodgate that was holding it all back finally collapsed. She shoved and squeezed herself between the Owner and Jacob, because he refused to move, and entered the boy once more, far more easily this time as he had widened Jacob's asshole quite a great deal. She tried to match the pace that the Owner had set, trying to follow his example.

He watched the forced raping for only a few moments, trying not to stroke himself, until he realized that there was no way he could stop the tidal wave now. Sure that the doomed panda's blood would make a passable lube, he shoved Taylor over the boy, face-to-face, and shoved his cock up her ass. She screamed and bit Jacob's neck to ward away the sudden pain, crying as he started to try to fuck Jacob through her.

The trio rocked and shook the examination table obscenely as the chorus of their passions filled the torture room. Taylor found herself staring into Jacob's eyes, as the Owner ripped at her clothes, tossing them around the room, trying to apologize to him in some way. All she could come up with through the waves of her climax was stealing the cub's first and only kiss as the light slowly faded out of his eyes. As she came again and again the boy's eyes dulled and his struggling petered out to small twitches.

The Owner bellowed out a primal roar, driven to rage by bloodlust and the fact that he had let his passions overcome him and lost out on the best part of the night. He turned Taylor around and shoved her to the ground again, meaning to have her fellate him to orgasm but came forcefully on her face and breasts.

Enraged, practically drug Taylor, both still completely nude and her with cum drying on her breasts, down the hallway and into his room as she struggled to stay on her feet and keep up. He slammed open the door and bodily threw her across the room and onto the bed. He closed and locked it as she landed on the soft, plush cushions. When she did get an opportunity to sleep in this bed, she loved it. It was the most comfortable thing she had ever felt. Even now, it graciously cushioned her fall and welcomed her with a loving embrace. She wished she could melt into it, however, as he stalked over to her, his avaricious eyes locked on her single one as his shadow fell over her, she knew that the bed would never grant her that wish.

She didn't know what he was going to demand next, and knew better than to ask or assume. All she could do now was wait and worry, stewing in her guesses as to what the immediate future may bring. He grabbed her by the arm, tight enough to leave a red imprint on her fair fur, and flipped her onto her stomach. As he began to position himself behind her, she took the hint and raised her ass and tail to grant him the access that he was about to demand. He was coming to his senses now, trying to calm himself -he could always try again later. Spanking her harshly, he shoved into her again and tried his best to grind his pelvis through to the bedsprings. He rutted her and began to breed her like they had when he first met her, rolling her onto his stomach as he lay on his back, and even picking her up to fuck her against the wall. All the while she gasped and moaned, trying to whether his thrusts and meet each one with her own.

He was hurting her, but he was also driving her to climax after climax. He had her head swimming, she allowed her mind, her body and soul, to be ravished and submitted to his onslaught -it was a better alternative than dwelling on the murder that she had just been a part of. Tossing her back on the bed, he penetrated her ass again and bit down into her tiny shoulder deeply. She screamed and came harder than she had ever, shuddering and spasming.

He roared, rattling the walls and baring his teeth and claws in a primal rage as he came into her ass. She groaned and held the bed tight, biting the pillow again and shivering as his boiling seed flooded into her. The feeling of being used, being dominated by something so powerful, needed by a being so much stronger than her, and the oozing warmth of his cum battering her deepest parts, the blaring pain in her shoulder, and the mind-numbing overwhelming sensation of it all, brought her to a final shuddering climax as well, her sweeter soprano scream accompanying his bellowing baritone beautifully.

They held for a few moments, panting softly as he continued to cum in her, his penis spurting and convulsing less and less as the seconds wore on, before they both collapsed. He fell on top of her, but raised back up, and kissed along her back, turning to lay on his side as he pulled out of her. She lay where he left her, still and quiet. There was a great deal of blood around her shoulder, dying her white fur crimson. It had wetted much of the sheets below her and had been soaked all the way up to her cheek by her fur. He lay beside her and slowly caught his breath running a claw lightly up and down her back, tracing her spine, waiting for her to move or say something.

Minutes passed and she didn't rouse, but he just smiled.

"Don?t worry, we?re going to make something great out of you." He ran his finger over the fresh bite marks in her shoulder, as her chest started to slowly rise and fall again. "If there?s anything left."

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