Murderous Magic Show (Gift for Aurari) In the dark theater of a bustling manor, the stage lights flashed on, showing the shimmering curtains. It was the beginning of a lovely night for the sole master of the manner, Aurari, who planned to have a lovely magician put on a performance for him and most of his staff. His maids, of all species and dolled up in lovely French maid style uniforms, filled in the rows behind Aurari and his most trusted servants. Quiet murmurs came along the crowd, questioning the event for the night they were unaware of, the front row remaining silent. While the chatter subsided with the raising of the curtains, a wide smirk grew on the face of the jackal owner of the manor, Aurari's smile wide and mischievous. The stage lights flashed and swirled on the dark floored stage, searching for the magician herself, only to land next to Aurari in the front row! Monica, the head maid at the manor, walked onto stage while disrobing herself, stripping out of the maid uniform and revealing the skimpy outfit underneath. It was similar to a tuxedo version of a Playboy Bunny outfit with long stockings, stopping a little before joining with the suit. Turning towards the audience of maids and servants, the bunny smiled and picked up a microphone as her uniform was tossed aside, clipping it to the collar of her new outfit. "Welcome, everyone, to a magic show for our dear master Aurari!" The rabbit began as a small wave of applause came, eyes looking towards the blue jackal in front. "This is our little year in review meeting, but we thought to add a bit more flare to it this year. May I have Ariana the tiger, Cora the mink, Eva the oryx, Jessie the husky, and Savannah the ocelot?" Monica read off a notecard, looking up and starting a wave of applause as the five made their way towards the stage. The bunny shook hands with each of the maids as she welcomed them onto the shadow shrouded stage, the spotlight growing to accommodate all six of them. Four of the selected participants were sat down and bound to chairs, leaving the husky standing alongside the head maid in the front of the stage. There was an uneasy smile on Jessie's grey and white, getting the feeling deep down that something bad was going to happen, until the rabbit's paw on her head quieted her restless thoughts. Stepping away for a moment, Monica returned and held out a top hat towards the canine, the hole up towards the now curious looking husky. Turning towards the audience, the bunny began to address them while waving her hand in front of Jessie's closed mouth. "We're going to be doing a little magic show and our five lovely toys will show off for us all. There's one very important thing the five of them have in common, however..." Monica smiled while fishing her hand into the husky's maw, drawing out a chain of handkerchiefs that made the girl look like she was vomiting. The handkerchief rope was continuously pulled out of the wide eyed, slack jawed canine and funneled into the hat. It continued to go as a rope began to lower from the ceiling, getting closer and closer to the standing pair on stage as a few gasps from the audience as it just kept going! When it was about waist level to Monica, it stopped pouring out of Jessie's mouth. The bunny forced the husky to hold the end of the handkerchiefs with her teeth while tying a nice and tight noose around her stunned and dazed form, the rope still going through the top hat. As the last part of the trick, Monica whispered something into Jessie's ear while taking the rope out of the canine's teeth. Within a moment, the sick looking husky was whisked into the air as the top hat fell to the ground, her form going three feet up in the air with the magic rabbit holding the end of the handkerchief rope that she hung from! There was shock as Jessie, who most of the audience thought was being congratulated, was hung right there before them with a little magic trick! The grey and white body continued to rise into the air, the husky girl kicking and struggling weakly while the magic rabbit pulled the rope higher and higher. The remaining four participants sat in their bondage chairs and watched as their compatriot was hoisted up, Jessie strangling and starting to slow with asphyxiation setting in. It didn't take long for the canine to go blue in the cheeks, steadily going limp as Monica started to lower her. Piss falling from the freshly made corpse and onto the stage was the only sound until the bunny huffed into the microphone, hesitating with arousal before beginning to speak into it. "Servants of master Aurari, this year in review we're here to cull the weakest links. The five -- or now four - before you on the stage have done the absolute worst in terms of damages, service to our master, and especially cleanliness. For all of you in the audience who are worried about coming onto stage to die, don't. If you were unsatisfactory, you would simply be fired." Smiling and giving a joyous laugh, the rabbit spread her arms wide and released the rope, letting Jessie's corpse fall into her own piss puddle. "So, please, enjoy the show! It was master Aurari's request, and I will do my best in order to kill all these lovely girls in a sensual and magical fashion for your amusement!" She ended it with a little bow. As the speech was finished, a large grey wolf shemale came from the side of the stage and picked up the piss-soaked maid corpse. She would haul her over to the front row and set the corpse down in front of Aurari, presenting it like a present with a soft word of praise before retreating back behind the stage. The jackal master of the manor would then take up the corpse and press open the fluffy maw, sliding his erect cock into the strangled throat with a lustful groan of pleasure. Monica would give a whispered thanks to the wolf before walking up towards Ariana, staring the tiger down with a menacing grin. She was freed from the bindings of her chair and led to the side of the stage, the wolf quietly pushing a large, clear box stood upright with a door and valve on top, the squeaky wheels stopping in the middle of the stage. "Okay, Ariana. I'd like you to strip down to your underwear for me, okay? We're going to have a bit of fun with this next trick." Monica said, reveling in being the ringleader of this show. Her white furred hands gripped at the shoulders of Ariana's uniform, starting to slowly strip her out of it while allowing the tiger to do most of the work. Hesitantly, the tiger opened her pale maw to speak before closing it wordlessly, starting to slip out of the maid uniform. Ariana's orange and cream body was shown, the black stripes along her form highlighting the lovely curves the kitty had as she was stripped to her ivory bra and panties. Blush was under her face, embarrassed by being so undressed in front of so many of her coworkers, the kitty whining while struggling to keep herself modest as long as she could until death. It was then that Monica would help the scantily clad tiger into the container, locking the door overhead and sealing the scared feline within the cramped space. With a whistle, she summoned a snow leopard from the side of the stage with a hose, who then set the nozzle to the valve over Ariana's head. Monica dismissed the assistant and began to pour water into the tank, watching as it splashed over the fussy kitty's body and start to pool up at the bottom of the tank. After a moment, the rabbit stopped it around a third of the way up Ariana's body, the soaked tiger looking frightful and almost grateful as the water stopped. Doing a fancy flourish, the rabbit pranced around the tank and produced a magician's wand seemingly out of thin air. She would tap the top of the tank holding the terrified, wet tiger and the water began slowly rising! Going from Ariana's paws to her head, the water soaked every inch of the orange and cream fur, the black stripes wiggling and squirming in her final moments of horror. As water began to swirl up around her head, seeming to have reversed gravity, Monica snickered as the tiger began to drown standing up! "And here we have an adorable kitty drowning, the water defying the laws of gravity!" The showy bunny shown off with a gesture, bringing their attention to the splashing water and the suffocating kitty's face. Monica was giggling, seemingly enjoying herself while culling the worst members under her control in such a vibrant and passionate fashion. The audience watched the spectacle with intrigue, the front most rows glancing down towards the owner of the mansion. Aurari had his cock out and was using Jessie's corpse as a fuck toy, her limp mouth around his canine cock as he used the strangled maid for pleasure. The sounds of his cock slamming back into the husky's maw drew the attention of all those around him, stealing the spotlight from Ariana's last lovely show. The golden jackal eyes were staring down the drowning tiger, watching the orange and cream body struggle to break free of the water in the confined coffin of a tank. The dead doggie would kiss the canine cock in her maw again and again, Aurari's firm grasp on her head shoving her crushed throat deeper and deeper, painting her limp tongue with pre cum. Ariana's own breathlessness was an arousing sight to many in the audience who saw her squirming and gasping, the bubbles going downward to the edge of the water like gravity was really reversed for it. With Monica doing a gesture to rile the crowd to encourage the drowning kitty, a few claps and cheers began with a spark. The crowd continued to grow more and more enthusiastic about the kitty suffocating and pissing herself as Ariana slumped over dead, the water staying around her head and wetting her voluptuous body. While Jessie was taken directly to their master, the wolf would carry the tiger away towards the morgue for storage, since their master Aurari seemed content with the cooling puppy toy impaled orally on his dick. "And with our second naughty girl drowned and with wet lungs, we continue on to our third!" Monica called out, the wolf shemale wheeling the tiger away to the side of the stage. The snow leopard took her out and dried off the corpse with a towel, the bunny's attention directing the audience to the three remaining participants. "Do I have anyone here willing to take part in a little sword game?" There was silence from the three until Cora, the grey mink, squirmed and attempted to raise her hand. Finding trouble in it, the mink spoke softly, "I-I'm willing to do it, miss Monica." She was shy, but the bravest of the three remaining for throwing herself forward into the unknown trouble the bunny could cause for the pretty pelted mink. "Aw, such a brave little cutie, wanting to play a fun game while everyone else just sits back and waits their turn." The brown bunny freed the mink after the brief teasing and escorted Cora to the middle of the stage, where the grey wolf was once again bringing out a large container with a clear front and a felt back. Monica would request the participant to strip down to their underwear and assisted the mink into climbing within the container on wheels. The bunny would then take hold of the handles of the container and spin it around, revealing a handful of swords in a holder right behind the black felt wall. One sword was slowly taken away and inserted where Cora was, no sounds coming from the mink as the blade disappeared into the fabric. There was quiet, everyone focused on the rabbit and the corpse fucking Aurari, now contorting the murdered husky to fuck her death piss-soaked cunt. It was then Monica spoke out towards the mink once more, another sword being pushed through the fabric. "Okay, Cora, here's the game. You turn one direction, the swords don't stab you, and the other, they do. Which would you like? Turning to your right, or to your left?" The vicious rabbit continued to push swords into the backing of the container, the labored breathing of the mink tickling the bunny ears. The audience heard every word as a fourth sword was slid in, cutting through the felt. There was a force, a presence of palpable intent as the swords slowly stabbed into the felt screen and past the mink, seeming not to appear as Monica pushed and prepared the scene. Cora would squirm, feeling like something was being done behind her back without knowing what exactly the bunny was doing to her. A hesitant answer came after just a moment; "C-can you turn it to the right?" the quiet mink said to her bunny manager. Her face, pressed towards the two remaining girls for the magic slaughter, was contorted with uncertainty and curiosity while giving her answer. Cora had no idea, no way to even potentially know, and second guessed herself. "N-no! To the left!" the grey mink shouted at the bunny in panic. Not one to turn down that answer, Monica giggled and gripped the handles of the container, slowly turning it. "Is that your final answer, Cora? I'll let you change it one last time if you want to, dear, for being bold and offering yourself up." It was clear how the lapine was attempting to sew the seeds of doubt into the mink, toying with her. "I-" Cora began and stopped herself, unsure of what her final decision should be. "L-left, miss Monica...." The mink whispered quietly. There was no certainty in her mind as she closed her pretty amber eyes, letting her body go limp and relax while pressed snuggly between clear plastic and felt. "Left it is!" Monia echoed louder for everyone in the audience to hear, taking hold of the handles and giving it a sharp turnaround in the burning spotlight of the stage. The sound of multiple swords piercing plastic, and a bit of flesh, came as the steel blades were shown off. One blade, the only to cause harm to the cute mink, went straight through Cora's head vertically, splitting her brain in half and killing her instantly. With the bloodied blade pointed towards the crowd, Aurari started a small applause in the front, which grew exponentially as all the servant spectators clapped the most gruesome, murderous trick yet. He whistled out, the sign that he wanted to have the corpse with him instead of putting it away in the morgue. Hearing the whistle, the large wolf that got the corpse out of the container drew the sword out of her head, then carried the bleeding body towards the jackal in charge of everything. He would take up the corpse and slide the perfect, grey body around, shoving his saliva coated cock into the pissing cunt of the mink. The husky at his feet was scooped up and whisked away towards the morgue herself, leaving him to use the mink as a cute little toy, his knot already straining at the warm cunt and threatening to fill her up then and there. It took a moment for him to care about the next section coming up, hands on Cora's plush ass as he humped it roughly, eyes going towards the stage. As the device was wheeled away by the snow leopard, a new magical toy took its place. A box, one that looks like a trap to chop someone in half, right down the belly! The predatory eyes of Monica looked upon the two remaining naughty maids, turning her attention to the oryx. Eva's blue eyes grew wide as she was acutely aware of the lapine's intentions towards her and how she would be brought to her death. "O-oh, uh, me next?" Eva whined as the rabbit freed her from her restraints. Fear was in her voice, naturally, as she was led with a firm hand on her arm towards the bisecting box. "Do I... need to strip down, too?" Monica pressed a white furred finger up to the oryx's mouth, shushing Eva with the simple gesture before smiling sadistically into her face. "No, dear, you'll stay fully clothed for this entire thing. Now," she began while drawing the box open, revealing the two halves and enough room for her body, "Why don't you hop in?" The dominating bunny presented the hard wood interior of the box to the lithe woman. A quiet sigh of relief of at least dying with some dignity, Eva slowly stepped into the box and laid down on her back. With the bunny's guidance, her arms were placed onto her small chest, her head through the top hole, and her high heeled hooves through the bottom hole. That was then the top came down on her, two locks clicking and sealing Eva there, helpless and bound, grey eyes glancing at the blade that would severe her in two, quietly hoping for a quick death. Monica made a show of every motion. From locking the oryx up in the box to moving around, being sure to show off those bunny curves, and then making a display of picking up the large saw just out of sight. She would take the blade, flash it around with a giggle, then place it into the groove in the middle of Eva's box, right above the belly button. Anticipation rose in the crowd as the silver blade moved forward and back, slowly cutting into the box and making a jarring noise as it slashed into the weak wood that held it all together. As soon as the sound of flesh ripping came, Eva let out a startling gasp, almost feeling nothing but the blade tickling at her belly! Laughs came from the oryx as she was being sawed in half, a light chuckle rising in the audience as they shared in her confused joy. As soon as the saw hit the plastic table with a dull thud, the bunny pulled it out without a drop of blood on the murderous blade. Setting on the front half of Eva's box, the rabbit dramatically dug her pale fingers into the crevice between boxes and yanked them apart, showing not a drop of blood and getting the oryx howling with laughter! "O-oh, oh fuck, why does this tickle?!" Eva screamed as the bunny's hand ran through the empty space to show there were no tricks and the oryx was fully cut in half. "Ah, ha-ha! M-make it stop! I-I can't take it!" She continued to thrash in the locked box, her feet flailing enough to kick off her heels as the helpless bovine struggled, her horns clacking against the table. The blade was picked back up as the two ends of the body were separated further apart, the edges of the boxes at the ends of the table. With a foot between the two halves, Monica drew herself in between the oryx's sides, her legs straddling the table while the blade went edging closer to Eva's neck. "Oh? You want it to stop? Does it tickle when I do this?" She teased, gyrating her hips in the blank space between the severed oryx's body, getting tear filled laughter as the tickling torture was too much for Eva. "I'll take that as a yes. Now, stay still, dear~" Monica leaned in closer, laying her belly and breasts onto the front half of Eva's little magic box, pressed the serrated saw to the white and brown neck of the bad maid. As soon as the oryx realized her death was closer than she thought, her legs began to spasm wildly as she thrashed for freedom, still snickering and laughing. The bunny slashed hard, wedging the saw into the giggly Eva's neck, starting to slowly cut and saw away at her with blood splattering all over the tool. Laughs faded from the oryx as Monica slashed through her vocal cords and the wind pipe, pressing through the spinal cord and eventually completely decapitating Eva! As the horned head lulled to the ground and rolled off, clacking the horns against the now blood drenched floor, the bunny sighed and stood up again. Pressing the two halves together, the still corpse still being played with and displayed, Monica took the bloody blade and pressed it between them. With a slow motion going from Eva's back to her belly, the corpse was reunited with its other half! Being unlocked, the full body was shown, a wet spot covering the panties, stockings, and skirt with the death piss of the fourth bad maid. The display was enough to pleasure the manor master to orgasm, his knot swelling and stuffing itself into the grey mink ass, filling it up with sweet puppy batter and a lustful moan of joy from the necrophiliac. "And that was Eva, being ripped apart without dying, ripped apart with dying, and being put back together as a lovely little corpse!" Monica called out, wiping her bloody hands on a towel as the corpse and box were dragged off by the wolf, the snow leopard taking care of the blood and severed head. "And lastly, we have Savannah up to be played with. While we started the show with a plan for everyone else, we left this cute little ocelot to have a little more freedom in death. Although, this is not a performance I will manage," Monica said, gesturing to the side of the stage as if to introduce another figure, the overhead spotlights following her direction. From the other end of the stage, opposite from where the cat and dog clean-up crew were headed, came a pale furred jackal girl who looked barely legal, getting a stirring shock through the audience. With vibrant red hair, the tan jackal walked out carrying a briefcase and popping bubblegum in her mouth while moving to the middle of the stage with Monica. She clipped on her own microphone and grabbed the rabbit with a quick motion, drawing her into a deep kiss and sticking her gum into the magic bun's mouth, quieting her as she took control. Stepping aside from the recoiling bun, the brown eyed jackal waved to the audience with a wagging tail. "Hey, hi~! I'm Darla, or Aurari's adopted daughter, as you silly lil maids would know me as!" Darla addressed the crowd, focusing in towards her daddy and giving him a wave in the front row of the stage. "I'm gonna, like, start living here with him, now I'm done with school! Also, as you can tell... I'm here to kill off the WORST of you!" She then turned to the feline bound behind her, giving a teasing wave and a snarl before turning back to the audience. "The bun butt next to me mixed up a fun little voodoo dolly of this bad kitty cat, and that's how we'll... give her a good death~" Her charismatic, airhead personality capturing the audience in a trance, unable to look away from her scantily clad form with a large rack in a pink tank top and a rather sizable bulge in her cutoff jeans. Darla shoved the suitcase into the rabbit's arms, forcing Monica to hold it as she snapped open the little locks and slowly drew out the ragdoll of the ocelot, complete with little blue button eyes. With it being taken out of the protective suitcase, the voodoo doll became active and started affecting the bound ocelot, who was panicking with wide eyes of fear. Savannah looked at her arms as Darla pushed the little plush limbs around, watching the muscles tense without her doing anything! With an overzealous giggle, the jackal turned away from the audience with a wagging tail as she approached the bound feline. Savannah was frozen in fear as the rough canine ripped her bindings off and pulled the ocelot down to her knees, making her dark tan fur press right against the denim covered bulge. With a lustful moan, Darla would slip her cutoff jeans down and pressed her shemale canine cock right in front of the ocelot's face. With a claw, she opened the voodoo doll's mouth and forced Savannah to open wide for cock that way, not getting her hands slimy with spit. "Heh~ Well, you're just a little kitty doll, huh? I bet you love it. If you play good with me, I won't kill ya, only just... take you in and abuse you, like, all the time~" Darla continued to tease the kitty while grasping onto the voodoo doll's neck, squeezing it tight as a terrified expression came into Savannah's pretty eyes! Her hands reached up to stop herself from getting strangled, attempting to take the doll away from Darla, but that was a fatal mistake. Darla would take the arms of the doll and twist them hard, the loud sound of bone snapping as the kitty's limbs fell away in contorted shapes, the fat cock slamming into her face again and again going faster. "Hehe~ This is totally fun~" The jackal giggled. Monica stepped off to the side, allowing Darla to steal the show from her, watching the shemale absolutely destroy the worst maid in the bunch. Her green eyes darted to Aurari in the front, noticing his expression of joy and pleasure as his cock slammed into the back of the ruined corpse's cunt, a lovely moan of pleasure coming from him. With the sounds of his joy, it was clear how he loved seeing his little girl on stage playing roughly with one of the bad toys. The bunny would dart off, allowing Darla to finish her fun and end the show herself. The fat canine dick slapped at the choking ocelot's mouth, the show on full display for all the maids to see how brutal the kitty was getting it. While growing more and more breathless, Savannah decided to tempt fate and strike back, using her non broken legs to shove herself away from the jackal! Within a moment, Darla's hand was around the ocelot's neck for real, the claws slowly sinking in as the voodoo doll was gently dropped to the ground and instantly got the jackal's cute heels pinning it down. Wide blue eyes of fear, Savannah strained and groaned as the pressure on the doll was pressure on her body, whimpering and whining while staring at the merciless jackal, a light hiss of fear piss coming from between her thighs. Taking after her adoptive dad, Darla was ruthless to disobedient toys. Her hand reached down and clawed off the piss-soaked panties before shoving them into the ocelot's agape maw, snarling at her. "Did I give you permission to get up you worthless little slut?!" The jackal barked loud enough for the microphone to squeak in feedback, her piss-stained hand slapping across Savannah's face to clean off the waste. "I can see why my daddy had you on the to kill list! Five fucking seconds, make it good." Her aggressive, screaming tone shocked the maids who weren't used to her passion for punishment, sending shudders in some of the more sensitive gals. The claws were taken away from the ocelot's neck, allowing Savannah to run away with her broken arms. Barely before she could even turn, the jackal raised her foot and stomped on the voodoo doll, slamming the kitty down in pain as her bones broke. Screams were cut off as Darla brought her heel down directly on the plushie head, making a loud squeak as Savannah spasmed and went limp. The rest of her bladder flooded out onto the stage as she died, the jackal huffing and pushing her hair back in an overly sexy motion. Darla would grab the cat's body and heave her up, using the tight, pissing cunt as a fuck hole for everyone to watch. Piss splattered over her legs and over the new corpse's, making wet and squishy sounds on the stage as she groaned in pleasure. As the new mistress knotted the cunt, a lovely moan was heard, the jackal shoving herself deep and orgasming into the warm, disobedient corpse hole. Her brown eyes turned to the audience, noticing the slowly closing curtains. With a little giggle, Darla bowed to the audience. "Thank you for coming to the show, whether you had a choice or not, and I hope you enjoy having a new mistress around to bully and boss you around~!" There was a lustful lull in her voice, the kitty hanging against her by nothing but the fat cock, but Darla waved the show to an end with the degraded, worthless ocelot on her cock.