"Maggot! Back on you feet damnit!"

A footpaw kicked into Vance's scaly back just above his tail making him fall forward onto his face; the kick giving the exact opposite effect of the command accompanying it. He rolled onto his side trying to awkwardly rise back to his feet; no easy task with his arms tied behind his back.

Short sharp mammalian claws scratched against the scales of his neck. "I said get up!" He was jerked back to his feet by the Raccoon, Rein he'd identified himself as, but names had been left at the door. His claws clacked loudly against hard tile and echoed ominously as he was shoved again in the back forcing him to walk.

Vance didn't know where he was anymore, the bag secured tightly over his head had made sure of that; and had been the reason he'd tripped and stumbled to his knees in the first place. Not for the first time either.

"A little rough with this one don't you think?" A new voice called out nearby as the paw on his neck jerked him to a stop.

"Eh, it's what he wanted, and we try not to disappoint." Rein answered behind him.

"Well then let's not keep him waiting. Get him over here, and take that silly bag off his head."

Vance winced and blinked forcing his eyes to rapidly adjust to the light as the bag was pulled off. Before him stood the white tiger, Jared. They'd met just the once briefly, but he knew here was the real owner of the place. To either side of Jared stood a table covered in equipment.

On the right sat complicated looking electronics; centered around a headset which bristled with electrodes. This had to be the much talked about device which could make fantasies a reality. The left was arrayed with a large number of cruel looking knives and saws. It sent a shiver through his body. God they looked real, and exactly like he'd imagined.

Rein nudged him forward and forced him to kneel at an odd A-framed structure which stood in front of Jared. His arms were untied from behind his back and fit with loose manacles which hung from the sides of the A-frame. Similarly his feet were secured in manacles attached to the floor. He was forced to rest his chest against the A-frame, his head leaning over the top. A drain was situated in the floor directly below him.

Without a word Jared picked up the delicate looking equipment and placed it over his head. Immediately it cut off all light and sound plunging him into darkness. Only the sense of touch remained allowing him to feel the various electrodes being attached to his head. In short order they were connected and he was left alone to wait, his knees growing sore on the cold hard tile.



After Rein's successful test of Jared's invention he had agreed to become a partner of sorts. They'd been in business for nearly a year now. Things had started out slowly. At first just one or two clients a month, and those procedures had been just as rough as Rein's had been; leaving a couple of the clients pretty traumatized. Eventually Jared had succeeded in dialing in the sensitivity, and now he could offer a truly unique experience which accurately simulated what would really be felt, but was subtle enough to let the client enjoy their fantasies. For Rein however, his first experience was still too vividly in his mind and he had not again braved the machine.

Word had slowly spread among the secret snuff fetish sites, and gradually the number of clients had increased. They were seeing a client on nearly a daily basis now. Some hadn't even come from the snuff sites or previously had snuff fantasies. There just seemed to be a strange draw towards finding out what it would feel like to die. Maybe it was the same endorphin rush people got from jumping out of a plane or conquering a set of white water rapids; or maybe they saw it as simply a way of facing down the ultimate fear of death. Either way, it was good business for Jared and Rein.

Rein had taken on an almost customer service roll. He was the one out there actively trying to spread word, and he was the one that clients dealt with to ensure their fantasies became real. He programmed the VR simulation and prepared the procedure room to give each what they desired.

Jared's focus was on the procedure itself, controlling and fine tuning the neural input that simulated every cut, every stab, every ragged breath, every death.

Together they'd simulated just about every conceivable death from beheadings to drownings to cooking alive. But, today was special, for more reason than one. Till now there had been no way to view the VR simulation that the clients experienced, but Rein had been working hard at it. Today they would be testing out his new system, which would not only left them see and record what the client saw but would also provide a third person view of the action.

Jared was nervous for another reason though. Till now every client had simulated a real death, and the simulation would cut all sensory input at the point where the brain would have shut down had it been real. Today the client wanted something different, and he wasn't sure how the system or the brain would react to sensory simulation past the normal point of death.



Vance knelt in the silent sensory deprivation of the pre-procedure for several minutes, anxiously waiting for things to get going. His first sign that the computer simulation had cut of his own nerve impulses and was now in control was the sudden disappearance of the growing ache in his knees. Next the unmistakable tick of claws on tile slowly approached him in the darkness, echoing ominously. They came to a stop closely behind him. He could sense a figure standing there in the dark, and a familiar musk met his nose.

Bright surgical lights snapped on directly above him, momentarily blinding Vance after his prolonged period of total darkness. As he blinked rapidly attempting to adjust to the light a voice he'd known his whole life taunted him.

"My my, what has my big brother gone and gotten himself into now?" Once Vance's eyes had fully adjusted to the bright lights f his younger brother came walking into his field of vision.

His brother bent down till his muzzle was inches from Vance's, he could smell his breath. "You were always the popular one. Always the jock. Always the dominant one." He sneered and stood back up. "Now look at you. All chained up on your knees," he ran a claw over the table of knives and saws, "Just waiting for someone to finally take you down a notch and put you in your place. To show you that you're not god's gift to the world, that everything doesn't revolve around you!" He spit at Vance, the warm saliva hitting him in the face.

Vance grimaced and tried to wipe the spit away, but he couldn't quite reach thanks to the cuffs on his wrists.

"Tsh, how the mighty have fallen." His brother picked up a long blade from the table studying it, testing its edge against his own hardened scales. "Seems everything is all set to give you the ultimate lesson." He set the knife back down and began to slowly walk behind Vance, "but it really would be a shame to not utterly humiliate you first."

Vance couldn't help but glare at his brother as he circled around him. "I never said I was god's gift to the world."

His brother kicked him in the side. "You sure acted like it! How many times did you beat me up when we were kids? How many girlfriends of mine did you steal? How many times did you and your friends make my life a hell!?" He kicked him again. "Well now it's time for me to get even."

He grabbed Vance's tail and roughly jerked it up, revealing his backside. "You stole so many girlfriends from me I had to pretend I was gay just so I could get an occasional hole to fuck." He kneeled down behind his prone brother holding his tail aside. "You know your jock friends started raping me after it got around I had been sleeping with guys?"  He grabbed Vance's ass with a clawed hand. "Now you tell me how it feels!"

Vance looked over his shoulder at his brother. He snarled when he saw that his hemi-penis had already emerged from his slit. "I'm gonna kill you for this."

His brother back handed him, "That's where you're wrong. I'm going to kill you! Now take it like a bitch before you die!" He jerked on Vance's tail again and shoved his double headed dick into his ass. Vance screamed and hissed, a small trickle of blood flowed out of the virgin hole.

He tried to kick out and claw at his younger brother, but the bindings on his ankles held him back. He thrashed about wildly trying to throw his brother off him or sink his teeth into him as he relentlessly pounded into his hole.

"Damnit, hold still!" His brother grabbed his arms in a powerful grip, claws digging through scales drawing a trickle of blood. Vance let out a strangled scream when his brother closed his mouth around his neck, razor sharp teeth easily piercing through his armored scales. It was a forcefulness and dominance he'd never seen in his younger brother and it took him utterly by surprise; instantly achieving its intended goal of cowing his struggles.

His brother smirked and released the bite as Vance's head dropped, defeated, over the edge of the A-frame. "Hmm. That's what I thought. Can't even stand up for yourself once someone else dares to show dominance." He pounded harder into the bleeding clenching hole. "God you're tight. Your friends should have been raping you instead." He sneered and gave the side of Vance's face a long messy lick getting a grimace in return. "It's a shame I have to kill you when I'm done. I'd love to pound this hole everyday now that we see who's the real dominant one."

The sound of scales smacking against scales echoed loudly around the room as his brother's pounding increased in speed, rapidly approaching his climax. He trailed a claw down Vance's side leaving a scratch down his scales, and reached around to feel his crotch. He let out a hissing laugh at what he felt, "Guess someone likes taking it in the ass!" He wrapped his hand around Vance's own double-cock which had risen from his slit, painfully squeezing it.

"Ugh!" Vance yelled in pain, "Fuck you!"

"No." He pounded balls deep a final time and let loose his hot seed deep in Vance's ass. "Fuck you!"

Vance groaned and wept at the humiliation he felt at the feeling of his brothers seed flowing deep inside his no longer virgin ass, and from the pain of his brother still tightly gripping his double shaft; claw tips starting to dig into its sides.

"Yeah, that's right bitch, cry for me. Just like I cried every time you beat me." He pulled out his softening shafts but still kept a tight grip on Vance's. "You're not going to be needing these any more are you?" He reached for the table of knives and picked up a short curved blade.

Vance's eyes bulged starring at the blade, understanding just what his brother had meant. "Oh shit, you're not gonna FUUUUUUUUUCK!" His sentence was cut off into an ear-splitting scream when the sharp steel sliced cleanly through his double shaft in a single swift motion.

Through the blinding pain he saw his brother drop his severed member onto the drain below him. It quickly shriveled as the blood seeped out of flowing down the drain, followed by a steady flow that now dripped from his crotch. "Oh, fuhuhuck," was all he could manage to sob.

"That's right, you're going to die a cockless bitch with his brother's cum leaking out of your ass." He set the short blade down and studied the rest arrayed on the table. He picked up a long thin serrated blade and lightly ran it over the back of Vance's neck. Its teeth bouncing and catching on the thick scales, leaving a jagged scratch in its path. "Hmm. No, I think I'll at least make it quick." He returned the serrated blade and picked up a large flat blade, similar in design to a butcher's cleaver but frighteningly longer. Its edge shone brightly in the spot lights, revealing just how sharp it was.

He hefted the blade, getting a feel for its weight and balance. "You're not going to want to move for this. If I miss and it isn't a clean cut it's just going to be all that much worse for you." He stepped from behind Vance and stood at his side. His left hand pressed hard between his shoulders holding him against the A-frame, his neck draping over its edge. He raised the blade high in his right hand.

The sharp pain of the knife quickly faded to a dull throbbing in Vance's groin. His head was swimming, slightly light headed from the blood loose. Pressed against the wooden frame he tried to lift his head, to plead with his brother, but his voice just cracked.

"You had more than your share of chances to repent over the years." His brother saw the pleading look in Vance's eyes. "No more chances. No more Vance." Light shone off the blade as his arm dropped, aiming perfectly at the vulnerable neck.

For Vance the blade seemed to fall in slow motion. He couldn't watch. He clenched his eyes shut. There was a short sharp pain, and a thud of steel meeting wood. Then an unreal sensation. He felt weightless, his world seemed to spin, he felt dizzy and disoriented, his muzzle lightly hit cold tile, he bounced, he spun, he hit tile again, he bounced again and again, finally he came to rest, he lay on his side, his world askew.



In his control room Jared tensed, his eyes rapidly flicking across his displays. Every other simulation would have ended here, but today the inputs would continue. Would the brain handle it?



Slowly Vance opened his eyes. He was still alive? Had his brother missed, or spared him? His head lay on its side, cheek pressed against the cold tile floor. His starred off into the darkened edges of the room, nothing in his field of vision. Had the A-frame fallen over on its side? He tried to life his head, to see where he was, what had happened, but nothing happened, his body did not respond, he couldn't feel his body. He tried to speak. His jaw moved but no sound came out. The movement of his jaw made his head wobble oddly, as if it weighed nothing.

The clack of claws on tile approached, and his brother came into his field of vision, looming over him. His eyes turned in their sockets to stare at his brother and again he tried to speak, but again no sound came.

"Now this is certainly a surprise. Still with us? My but you're a tough one." His looming brother bent over him and he felt his claws grasp the sides of his head. He was lifted off the floor by the sides of his head, but did not feel the weight and drag of his unresponsive body. He was turned quickly through the air and again grew dizzy. When he came to a stop his jaw dropped open at what he saw.

There, slumped lifelessly against the wooden frame, was his own body; headless, lifeless. A stain of blood ran down the front of the frame into the drain in the floor. He tried to gasp, to scream, to run, but his jaw just moved silently like a fish out of water and he remained motionless in his brother's hands.

"Missing something?" His brother laughed and again his world spun as his he was turned and raised. He was brought up to eye level and his brother stared directly into his eyes. Still he tried to speak. "You've got no lungs, brother." He sneered, "No more of your lip." He leaned in closer to the severed head. "You should be dead, but you're not. So what should I do with you?"

Vance could feel himself slowly fading, he was growing light headed and could feel his concentration slip. Memories seemed fuzzy and he somehow knew that he wouldn't last much longer.

His brother too could see the lose of focus and far look in his eyes that was the sign of his consciousness fading. "Guess you won't be with us much longer. How about I let you fade away to one final humiliation?" His head was tipped down to look at his brother crotch, his double shaft again hard and dripping. "You're gonna die with my dick in your mouth."

Vance hadn't faded far enough yet to lose understanding of what his brother had said. He snapped his jaw shut with surprising force, razor sharp teeth clacking. "Definite to the last? Fine, there's more than one way into your mouth with your body out of the way." His world tipped again so that he looked straight up, his brother leering down at his.

He felt a prodding at the exposed base of his neck, then something entered his throat. He wanted to gag, his jaw worked, trying to expel the object stuck in his throat, but was useless. The object moved up his throat and pressed into the roof of his mouth. He knew it had to be his brother's cock, and then he tasted it. The flesh met his tongue and pre drooled onto it.

His head began bouncing on his brother's lap, severed neck squishing noisily against scales. His jaw continued to work. His eyes watered as his gag reflex tried vainly to expel the thick meat from his throat, but with no lungs to heave it was an exercise in futility. His tongue was quickly coated in his brother's essence, and his memories and consciousness continued to fade.

He was having a hard time remembering anything now. He couldn't remember his own name, where he was, or what had happened, his world reduced to immediate sensations. The rhythmic bobbing of his head almost soothing. The musky smell and taste filled his senses. His eyes locked on the face looming over him. One word filled his mind. "Brother".

His brother watched in awe as his eyes slowly glazed over, loosing focus and starring through him. He came in his brother for the second time as he finally slipped away. His jaw went slack and tongue lolled lifelessly to the side, cum drooling from his lips.

He pulled the lifeless head off his dick and starred into its eyes for a final time. "You were an asshole my whole life, but you sure were a great fuck." He casual tossed what was left of his brother over his shoulder and walked towards the exit.



Vance opened his eyes, blinking in the light as the VR Helmet was removed. The first thing he saw was his younger brother standing over him. He reflexively jerked away, involuntarily gagging at the last memory he had of his brother. He could still smell him, still taste him, his grinning face looming over him etched into his mind. "Fuck."

"That good?" His brother offered a hand to help him sit up. "Things a little clearer now? You going to stop treating me like shit?"

"I fucking hate you." Vance glared at his brother, but accepted the hand and slowly sat up.

"Yeah, yeah. Would you have preferred I did all that for real?"