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Will they survive the technology's origins as a capital punishment device? ","description_bbcode_parsed":"My first time doing a commission, and by far my longest single story to date.
\n\t\t\t\t\tSaki wanted a visit at SNF-Tech and he dragged his alter ego \n\t\t\t\t\tsqueakybutt along for the ride, but he wanted the full experience so requested the system to be run at full power. Will they survive the technology's origins as a capital punishment device? ","writing":"\"So, what's this place again?\" Jamie studied the nondescript building, a simple sign on the door the only indication it was even occupied.\n\n[center][b]SNF-Tech Labs[/b]\nEntrance by appointment only\nClients ring bell for admittance[/center]\n\n\"It's a VR company. Probably the most advanced there is. They tap straight into the brain for total sensory immersion.\"\n\nThe otter eyed Saki suspiciously. \"If they're so advanced why are they in such a rundown looking warehouse?\"\n\nSaki shrugged, scratching idly at the base of his neck. He'd never thought about the outside of the building, it was the inside that was important. \"Guess they like to keep a low profile. They do just about anything, so most of their clients like to keep on the down low too.\"\n\n\"But... you've been here before, right.\" Saki had a habit of stumbling upon some of the more seedy establishments out there. Usually thanks to some rumor or another, and they didn't always end up 'as advertised'. Somehow Jamie always ended up getting dragged along into those situations.\n\n\"Oh yeah.\" The pink furred raccoon grinned and stepped past his friend and rang the bell for the second time. He picked up on the otter's slight air of nervousness, \"This won't be like those other times. Promise. It's run by a couple of really great guys.\"\n\n\"If you say so...\" The door wasn't answered immediately, letting a bit of an awkward silence fall as they waited. \"What kind of VR did you sign us up for anyway?\" Knowing his friend, Jamie had a couple ideas already, but couldn't nail anything down specifically. Still, he was sure that it would end up being something sexual, probably involving a stallion.\n\n\"Spoil the surprise? Where would be the fun in that?\" Saki gave him a wink.\n\nThe sound of a latch being thrown echoed, and the door swung open to reveal another raccoon. Unlike Saki's bright pink fur, this one sported the traditional stripes and bands in varying shades of browns and grays. He gave a big smile and grasped Saki in a tight hug. \"Saki! Good to see you again. Always nice to work with repeat clients, we don't get too many. Sorry to keep you standing out here so long, was way up in the control room putting the finishing touches on those tweaks we talked about yesterday.\" Turning towards Jamie he reach out to shake the otter's hand, \"And you must be Jamie. Good to meet you, I'm Rein. Please, come in.\"\n\nRein led the way into the building. Despite its outward appearance the inside was rather nicely appointed. They passed through a small front office, sparsely furnished it didn't appear as if it were used too often. Continuing down a short hall they arrived in what could best be described as a small locker room. \"I'll go see if Jared has the equipment all set; if you two want to go ahead and get ready.\" He slipped out through a second door leaving the two friends alone again.\n\n\"Get ready? Why does a VR place even need a locker room?\" Exploring a bit, Jamie poked his head around a tiled doorway, \"Complete with shower... You telling me the truth about this place?\"\n\n\"Of course I am. You're too suspicious. They usually offer a bit of live action role playing to set the stage for the VR, just to make it even more realistic.\" A big grin spread across Saki's face as he came up beside Jamie, \"Last time I was here they even brought in a stallion for me, but this time I asked them to forego the theatrics.\" He reached up to give his taller friend's shoulder a squeeze, \"All so that it doesn't spoil the fun and surprise for you.\"\n\nThe door that Rein had left through opened once more and the Raccoon's head poked back through. \"Everything is ready in here,\" He cocked an eyebrow at the 'hugging' pair, \"You two all set?\"\n\n\"Sure are,\" Saki's fluffy pink tail twitched excitedly, \"Jamie is just a bit nervous.\"\n\nRein nodded sagely and strolled over to Jamie's side, placing an arm on his other shoulder. \"We get that a lot, especially with our 'surprise' clients.\" Saki had told him that Jamie would be going in not knowing that they specialized in snuff fantasies. \"You're not the first client we've dealt with who doesn't know what he's in for, but there's nothing to worry about. It's all just a simulation, none of it's real.\"\n\nTogether the trio headed through Rein's door. A Jamie-sandwich, the otter flanked on either side by the pair of raccoons. The door opened into a large 2-story chamber. Normally decorated to fit whatever fantasy was about to be played out, today it was spartan. In its center stood what looked for all the world to be a pair of padded exam tables taken straight out of a doctor's office. Between them sat a table filled with an array of electronics, and beside the table stood the owner of SNF-Tech.\n\nJared, the 6-foot white tiger was usually mistaken for a leopard, thanks to a single distant relative several generations back. Instead of a tiger's majestic strips he'd inherited a recessive set of leopard's spots. Careful observers would note the longer fur, wider face, larger build, and denser musculature indicative of his predominantly tiger heritage.\n\nHe gave a curt nod to the new arrivals. \"If you'll each have a seat. I'll get hooked up.\" Normally, the stiff quiet behind-the-scenes man, Jared left the cheerful PR face of the company to Rein, but today he seemed even stiffer than usual. As if something about today were different.\n\nThe pair took their places on the padded tables, and Jared set to work connecting the first of the two VR headsets. Per Saki's instructions for the day, Jamie's headset came first. It was an odd sensation feeling the tiger poking through the fur on his head to attached the various electrodes.\n\nTo take his mind off the feeling and perhaps alleviate a bit of the apprehension he still felt Jamie probed for a bit more information about the procedure he was about to experience. \"So, umm, Saki said something about tapping directly into the brain?\" He wasn't sure who he was asking, but it was the smiling Rein who replied.\n\n\"That's right. The system sends input straight to your sensory neurons in order to simulate the actual nerve impulses that would fire should the events in the simulation actually be occurring to you. Other VR is simply audio and visual input, we offer the full sensory experience.\"\n\n\"Is that safe? I mean, the whole 'can a dream kill you?'...\"\n\n\"Perfectly. It can get a bit... intense, and leave some after sensations, if the settings are turned up too high...\" his eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as he recalled his own turn on the machine as Jared's first test client, \"but we ironed out the levels long ago and don't run it that high.\" With his attention focused on Jamie, Rein didn't noticed Saki and Jared exchange a glance and a nod.\n\n\"All set.\" Jared announced attaching the final electrode and lowering the visor into place. Stepping back to the table of electronics he flipped a switch activating Jamie's headset before picking up Saki's.\n\nNoticing this Rein lifted an eyebrow quizzically. Normally for a double session both headsets would be activated simultaneously, but unbeknownst to him Saki had requested that his friend's be activated first. A little private time to get a good look at the environment and perhaps freak out a little if it made him realize just what was about to happen to them.\n\n[center]---------[/center]\n\nJamie found himself plunged into utter darkness. No sight, no sound, no smell, nothing. He couldn't even feel the table beneath him anymore. In a way it was almost like a slipping into a dream, but his mind still churned, fully active and aware that just a second ago he was laying on the table in SNF-Tech Labs. His brief introduction to the technology hadn't covered the sensory deprivation phase that occurred as the computer took control of the sensory input neurons. It was an unfortunate necessity of the technology; no matter how quickly the computer could process, it couldn't compare to the natural speed of the brain. Jared had been working to reduce its length, but was unable to eliminate it entirely.\n\nBefore long a bright flash of light pierced through the darkness. Jamie reflexively blinked against it, and as his eyes slowly adjusted he realized that sounds and smells were once more flowing over him. A sweet and earthy mix of herbs and spices filled his nose, but they also covered over the lingering hint of something else; a familiar almost metallic scent which he couldn't quite put his finger on. The only sound was a gentle bubbling. At first it was almost reminiscent of a babbling brook, but as Jamie's mind put it together with scent of herbs and spices it resolved itself into the sound of pot of boiling water.\n\nGradually his eyes adjusted and the environment resolved itself around him. He was stunned at how realistic everything seemed, and it wasn't just realistic like watching a movie. The room unfolded around him, surrounded him, but that wasn't all. He could move, but not just something as simple as turning his head. He was free to walk around, and he was more than just an avatar in a game. He could feel the cold tile floor beneath his feet. He lifted a paw in front of his face, and it was his. If he didn't know he were in a simulation he would have sworn he was actually there.\n\nAs his astonishment faded the contents of the room began to settle in. He stood in the middle of a large kitchen, which struck him as a little odd. [i]What could Saki possibly have planned in a kitchen?[/i] Trying to contemplate that thought he strolled towards a large stainless steel work table above which hung a row of of knives. Long knives. The longest he'd ever seen. [i]Why would anyone need such long knives?[/i] He rested a paw on the table, its surface smooth and cold under his touch, and surveyed the rest of the kitchen around him. Now that he thought about it, everything he saw seemed oversized. The pot of water boiling away nearby looked large enough to hold an entire person. Unless he was going crazy the oven was a walk-in. A meat grinder that could probably process a whole cow. The list went on.\n\nThe possibility that maybe he was too small for some reason passed through his mind, but even as he examined his body a darker truth gnawed at the edge of his mind. Saki had penchant for sadistic pleasure. [i]No... he wouldn't...[/i] Jamie spun his head around taking in his surroundings in a new light. Light gleamed off the razor sharp blades hanging from the ceiling, and suddenly certain things started to make sense. [i]...their clients like to keep on the down low... ...you're not the first client who didn't know what he was in for... ...everything was actually happening to you...[/i].\n\nHis heart started to pound in his chest, and it was then that he realized that he was still alone. Saki hadn't joined him yet. Why not? \"Sa...ki?\" His voice squeaked nervously, echoing off the tiled walls and steel surfaces.\n\nDrawn to his squeak, the sound of a footfall echoed from a doorway behind him. [i]Maybe this is all some cruel joke, yeah, that's it, Saki is just playing a trick on me.[/i] The door banged open and the footsteps grew nearer. [i]It's just Saki. I'm not going to turn around and let him scare me. Just be cool.[/i]\n\n\"Sak-grk!\" Something wrapped around his neck cutting his words off in a strangled grunt.\n\n[center]-----------------[/center]\n\nWhen the environment resolved itself around Saki he took quick stock of his surroundings. Everything looked just as he had hoped, including the sight directly before of him.\n\nA massive German Shepherd stood holding Jamie by the neck in the grip of a single huge paw. The man had to be close to 8-feet tall meaning the otter's feet dangled a good foot above the floor, kicking wildly as he struggled in the strangling grip.\n\nJamie and his captor spotted Saki's sudden appearance at the same moment. The otter's eyes bulged and his paws - which had been clutching a the Shepherd's forearm - reached out in his friend's direction, mouth silently pleading from him to come to his aid. The man just gave a toothy grin and advanced towards Saki; the weight of his 'cargo' seemingly of no consequence.\n\n\"So... I come down 'ere to find not one, but two lil' morsels invading my kitchen.\" His grin widen, gaze shifting back and forth between Saki and Jamie. \"What oh what should I do with them?\"\n\nSaki, who knew exactly what he was in for, held his ground against the intimidating advance. A smile spreading across his face and tail tip starting to twitch eagerly.\n\nThe Shepherd couldn't help but give a deep chuckle, \"and one of 'em looks almost eager.\" He loomed over Saki, his empty hand reaching out towards the pink raccoon. \"that, or brave.\"\n\nHis hand closed around Saki's neck, and still Saki made no move to resist. \"Or maybe a little of both,\" Saki couldn't help but quip before the tight grip cut off his words. Still, the smile remained on his face.\n\nHe grunted and cocked an eyebrow at Saki as he lifted the second intruder off his feet. Though shorter than the otter, the raccoon weighed a good deal more. \"Got a little paunch hidden under that fur do ya?\" He gave a little huff looking back and forth between the pair. \"In that case ya may not be as useful to me as your friend here. We'll just have to get that fur off and see.\"\n\nAs he made his way towards the nearby pot of gently boiling water Jamie found himself close enough to Saki that he should be able to reach out and touch him, but he found himself so overcome with the betrayal that he couldn't even bring himself to look at his friend. Saki has put him through a lot of things in the past, but he couldn't believe he'd tricked him into going through this... and he there he was grinning like an idiot enjoying it. His only solace was that somewhere in the back of his head he kept telling himself over and over [i]It's only a simulation... None of it's real... When this is all over I'll just wake up without a scratch on me...[/i]\n\n\"In you go.\" The Shepherd hoisted Saki high into the air and unceremoniously lowered him gently into the boiling pot. \"Few minutes in there will scald that pink fur right off ya and let me get a good look at what kinda meat ya got to offer.\"\n\nDespite his eagerness for whatever were to happen, the shock of hitting the boiling water was more than he could resist. Every nerve ending was on fire, and before he even realized it a scream of pain was erupting from his mouth. Outside the simulation environment such pain would have easily caused blackout in seconds, but in here he got to endure it wide awake and alert.\n\n\"As for you...\" he sneered at Jamie, \"Otter meat's a bit of a delicacy, and ya look like you'll turn inta' some fine steaks.\" Saki's scream of pain instilled a bit of fight in Jamie and he found himself taking a weak swipe towards the Shepherd's face. \"Oh ho ho.\" He easily caught Jamie's hand in his free one. \"Ya got some spunk in ya. Guess I'll just haveta tie ya up good.\"\n\nJamie found himself lifted onto the cold steel table he'd been examining just minutes earlier. The Shepherd finally released the hold on his neck, and tugged his arms behind his back. Before he could even think about trying to run the Shepherd moved with a quick practiced hand; tying his wrists together and binding his legs around both the ankles and knees. He was effectively immobilized in moments.\n\nWith both his 'guests' now going no where, the Shepherd stepped momentarily out of the room.\n\nSaki's screams had died down as his surface nerves were deadened by the heat of the water, and he just relaxed as one would in a nice hot bath. \"Why Saki...?\" Jamie, ungagged, pleaded to his friend for any explanation.\n\n\"Oh come on. Don't pretend you've never wondered. It's all in a bit of fun. Just relax.\"\n\n\"Relax? How can I relax?! He's going to slice me up into pieces!\"\n\n\"But none of it's real.\"\n\n\"Sure feels real.\" Jamie's voice croaked a bit, his neck sore and hoarse from the Shepherd's tight hold.\n\n\"That's what makes it so fun. We get to feel what it's like without it actually happening to us. No lasting damage at all, just the memory. How many people can claim to have memories like this?\"\n\n\"In't this touching...\" The Shepherd had reentered the room, his front now covered in a thick butcher's smock. He bee-lined for Saki's pot and once more grasped the raccoon around the neck. \"Should be long enough, don't want ya ta start cookin' on me.\"\n\nSaki was lifted from the boiling water, patches and clumps of fur already falling loose to remain behind in the pot, and carried to a nearby floor drain. Reaching up into the ceiling the butcher pulled down a sprayer nozzle and turned it on Saki. The high pressure cold water washed over him, his remaining fur and outer layer of skin sloughing off in sheets beneath it.\n\nIn no time flat the only fur that remained was covering his head. The remainder of his body glistened a bright red and despite having just been pulled from the hottest bath of his life he shivered slightly. The cold water in stark contrast to the heat he'd just left prickled and electrified his partially deadened nerve endings.\n\nReturning the sprayer to the ceiling the butcher scrutinized and prodded at the defurred raccoon, \"MmmHmm. Just as I feared. Way too fatty f'er good steaks. Still, can't let such an eager lil' one go ta waste, can I?\" He continued to poke mockingly at Saki's chubby stomach, \"So what should I do wit' ya tubby, hmm?\"\n\nThe constant poking at his scalded flesh made Saki wince repeatedly, while the taunts at his less-than-delectable physique caused a blush of shame to spread beneath the remaining fur of his cheeks. If he couldn't be sliced and diced too he still wanted to experience whatever there was to offer. It just so happened that from where he stood the person-sized meat grinder sat perfectly in his view, and subconsciously his eyes locked onto it.\n\nHis fixed gaze didn't go unnoticed, and upon following it the butcher gave a deep laugh. \"The grinder? Ya wanna become a bunch o sausages?\"\n\nSaki nodded and winced as he was jabbed once more, \"Yes please, but can you do me second? So I can watch you cut up Jamie first?\"\n\nThe Shepherd roared with laughter, \"Ya are an odd one ain't ya? Alright. Let's make some otter steaks.\" Together they stepped over to Jamie's table.\n\n\"That's enough Saki. I don't care if it's fake. I don't want to do this. Make it stop.\" Jamie was starting to babble rapidly and almost incoherently, unable to believe his 'friend' was just going to stand there and watch him get sliced to pieces.\n\n\"You want to gag him?\"\n\n\"Nah. I like when they scream.\" The butcher plucked a large knife from where it hung above the table. It's blade gleamed with sharpness as he poised it over the squirming otter. \"Ya know, squirming 'll just make it worse. Might miss an' cut somethin' I don't mean ta.\"\n\nThat was hardly of any comfort to Jamie. To him it didn't matter where he was going to be cut, anywhere would be bad. His eye bulged locking on to the cruel blade, making his babbling even more incoherent.\n\n\"Fine.\" The Shepherd's free hand grabbed his legs in the iron grip and lowered the knife towards his bound ankles.\n\nSuddenly falling silent Jamie's gaze flicked to Saki's face. His eyes silently pleaded with his friend to put an end to this and his mouth opened to speak one last plea, \"Ple-AAHHHH\". He was cut off in a yell of pain as the blade sank into his flesh, severing his left foot at the ankle in a single swift stroke.\n\n[center]--------------------[/center]\n\nFrom his vantage point in the 2nd floor control room Rein was shocked to see Jamie's unconscious body suddenly lurch on the examination table, [i]that wasn't normal...[/i], and then an alarm began to sound from Jared's console. His head snapped over, seeking the source of the alarm. It was the vital signs monitor. Something was going wrong. A paw reached for the emergency shutdown. \"Aborting simulation.\"\n\nBefore he could reach the large button his arm was caught by Jared, \"No.\"\n\n\"No?\" He tried to pull his arm free. \"What do you mean 'no'? His vitals are going wild. Something must have gone wrong.\"\n\n\"Nothing has gone wrong.\" Jared gestured to a monitor displaying an array of the simulation's settings.\n\nIt took Rein a moment to realize what he was being shown. The power usage settings were set to maximum. A setting even higher than had been used during his own experience as Jared's first trial client. They had never run it that high before. \"Wha... why?\"\n\n\"Saki's request. He wanted the full experience.\"\n\nRein's heart reached out to the unexpecting otter, remembering the lingering pain he'd felt and experienced from a lower power setting. \"But...\" He was familiar with the technology's origins as a capital punishment device, \"couldn't it kill them at those levels?\"\n\n\"Possibly...\" Jared's normally stoic facade betrayed a hint of emotion.\n\n\"You're ok with that?\"\n\n\"He signed a waiver...\"\n\n\"Did Jamie?\"\n\n[center]-------------------- [/center]\n\nWithout pause the blade sank into and severed his other foot at the ankle. Jamie was racked with pain, beyond words. He found himself unable to even scream, instead falling into a continuous sob - tears filling his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. With his mind focused on the persistent throb coming from his severed ankles he was only dimly aware of being flipped onto his stomach and the bindings on his wrists being cut.\n\nHis mind was wrenched from the pain in his ankles by the blade once more piercing his flesh. This time it was his left hand being sliced away at the wrist, and in quick succession the right followed it. As if dealing with the pain of having all 4 paws cut off wasn't enough, he then felt a rough tug at his backside as his tail was yanked taut. Then the searing kiss of the blade struck once more, slicing cleanly through the base of his tail.\n\nHe was flipped again and dropped roughly onto his back, pain shooting from the stump that used to be his tail. While being rotated through the air Jamie caught a glimpse of a pile of paws, his own paws, stacked lifelessly in a bloody heap, with his tail coiled limply beside them.\n\nHis truncated arms flopped limply at his sides, brain too focused on the pain to put up any kind of resistance at this point. Blood poured freely from the 5 gapping wounds, flowing into troughs embedded around the edges of the table. In the real world he would have passed out by now, but the magic of the simulation meant that Jamie would remain awake and alert even after every drop of his blood drained.\n\n\"You sure work fast,\" Saki stood by watching in fascination as the Shepherd did his work.\n\n\"Had lots-a practice.\" He sliced away the bindings he'd placed around Jamie's ankles and knees just minutes before, and traded the large blade for a much smaller one.\n\nAs eager to learn as he was to experience first hand Saki was a bundle of rapid fire questions. \"You're not going to keep him bound? Why the new knife? They ever die from bleeding out? What's it feel like Jamie?\"\n\n\"Noisy one ain't cha?\" The Shepherd looked at him with a slightly annoyed glance, but still proceeded to answer the questions as he brought the thin flexible knife down towards Jamie's severed ankle. \"Shock's too strong at this point ta put up a big 'nough fight fer restraints ta be necessary. This 'ere's a skinnin' knife, fur dun make fer good steaks.\"\n\nHis knife plunged just into the skin of Jamie's leg where the former foot was missing, and in a smooth swift stroke he made a shallow cut up the entire length of its inside, coming to a stop less than an inch from the otter's sheath and sack. Without breaking the rhythm he repeated the cut along the length of the other leg. Before extracting the knife from the second cut however, he expertly traced a rough circle around the malehood - connect his two incisions across the stomach and the perineum.\n\nAfter the agony of losing his paws and tail these new shallow cuts barely registered to Jamie. He drifted somewhere in a light headed haze, and yet he was still fully aware of the world around him. By now he should have lost consciousness and probably died, but he still felt the cool table beneath him. Still felt his heartbeat and his severed paws throb as it continued to spill his blood from them. Worst of all, he still saw and heard his friend just stand there besides his butcher prattling away with his questions.\n\nTwo more shallow incisions were quickly added running up the length of the undersides of Jamie's arms. They both continued from his armpit, snaking up to chase along his collar bones and meet in the center of his neck. Lifting his head, the butcher deftly traced a line around his neck. Then came one final cut straight down the center of his chest and stomach to connect all the incisions.\n\nSetting the knife aside, the butcher placed both of his hands atop Jamie's stomach and - slowly at first - began to work his fingertips into the final cut. They found their way between the skin and the underlying muscle tissue, and with a sickening sucking-tearing sound the two began to separate. Once the edge was up he grabbed a hold with one hand applying a steady pull, while the other remained beneath the skin sliding back and forth to speed its removal. In a matter of seconds half of Jamie's front was no longer covered in its protective layer of skin, and without skipping a beat the Shepherd's hands followed his other incisions first along an arm, and then down the same leg. Quickly he spun the otter 180 degrees on his back, then repeated the treatment with his other half.\n\nWith his front now completely free of its skin, Jamie was flipped onto his stomach for the second time since things had begun. Grabbing a hold of the flopping front skin on either side of the neck the Shepherd gave a long hard pull. Away from the back it peeled, one continuous piece. Off the arms, off the legs, until the butcher held in his hands the entirety of Jamie's skin - unzipped and intact just like a 1-piece track suit.\n\nJamie was left with skin remaining only on his head and genitals. Despite everything, and the belief - nay, hope - that he could just possibly manage to get through the rest of this without feeling anything more, he was struck by a sense he'd never experience in his life. Without his skin the open air was able to brush against meat which had never felt its kiss before. Like the tingle and burn of an open wound, only across his entire body. As exhausted and beyond struggle as he was, he still began to involuntarily shiver and quake.\n\nHe felt himself lifted and deposited on his back yet again. Once more he was granted a perfect view of his butcher as he reached up to the rack of knives hanging ominously above him and plucked down a new blade. Too weak to lift his head he could not see where this new steel was headed, but soon enough he felt its cruel bite as it sliced into the meat of his thigh.\n\nThe butcher worked in quick slices, cutting at a diagonal from Jamie's crotch up to his hip, working his way down until he reached the leg's joint. Grasping the leg in one hand and the hip in the other he made a quick wrenching motion popping the joint from it's socket.\n\nDespite everything so far, and the strange distant disconnected feeling that was starting to grow in Jamie, he couldn't help but scream a new when his leg was ripped from its joint.\n\nWith the joint out of the way he was able to quickly slice through the rest of the meat, and pulled away one intact and deskinned leg. Without batting an eye he set the severed limb aside and quickly repeated the same process with the other leg. Again Jamie screamed when the joint was popped free, but with less strength than for the first.\n\n\"Oh, what are you going to do with those?\" Saki almost hopped around looking eagerly at the two severed and stacked legs.\n\n\"I'll slice them up into steaks on the band saw later.\" He explained, bringing his knife up ready to repeat the same process with the otter's arms.\n\n\"And you're going to do the same with the arms?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Could, could you slice them into steaks while they're still attached?\" The raccoon's morbid sense of fun wanted his friend to get as much out of this as possible.\n\n\"I supposed... Ya know, y'er really a sick one. It's gunna be fun watchin' ya get ground up.\" It was then that a wicked idea hit him. He was nearly done butchering the otter, and there would be unusable parts left over. Perhaps one of those parts could be put to good use...\n\nHe hefted what was left of Jamie onto a shoulder and carried him over to the saw table. Large enough to breakdown a cow it easily fit the otter's torso. With a whir the large band saw started up and the butcher moved the first of Jamie's arms - which had long ago gone limp and forgotten any sense of resistance - towards the blade.\n\nContrary to the technology's ability to keep the clients wide awake and alert, even past the point of 'death', Jamie was beginning to drift in and out of consciousness. His brain was being overwhelmed by the simulated input, and in the control booth things were starting to become very questionable if he would actually survive. When he was coherent enough to be aware of the next bit of pain he was subjected to, all he could think was [i]Why, Saki, Why?[/i] over and over.\n\nHe was conscious when the saw blade bit into his first arm, but was only dimly aware of the repeated pain as it disappeared into inch thick steaks. His head flopped to the side giving him a perfect view of Saki, who was just standing there watching in fascination as he was being quickly reduced to just a torso. \"Why...\" he managed to squeak out his recurring thought.\n\nSaki's eyes flicked to meet Jamie's when he heard his friend's squeaked voice. \"Great isn't it?\" he smiled, oblivious to the otter's unenjoyment of it all. \"Not much left now.\" Little did the raccoon know that he was referring both to the butchering and how much longer his friend had to live. Although unlike Jamie, he was fully aware that with the settings at their maximum that either or both of them could fail to make it through alive.\n\nThe first arm had been reduced to nothing but a nub at the shoulder, and already the second was half gone. Each of the inch thick otter steaks being quickly added to a large growing pile.\n\n\"Cool! What's left?\" Saki piped up as soon as the second arm had also been reduced to a twitching nub.\n\n\"Just the ribs an' a couple choice organs.\" The butcher again hefted the even further reduced Jamie and carried him back to the original table. Another new knife made an appearance, and with it he repeated the same incisions on Jamie's chest and stomach that he had made while skinning. Only this time he cut deeper, through the muscle tissue and into the body cavity.\n\nPushed outward by the organs contained within, the stomach incisions opened on their own, a few coils of intestines poking out from the breached cavity. Meanwhile the ribs still held fast over the heart and lungs, the tissue only parting just enough to reveal the sternum.\n\nSetting aside the knife he pulled back the flaps of muscle still covering the belly and roughly reached in to scoop out a large handful of coiled intestines, which he dropped into a sink that sat beside the table. Still attached to the rest, the weight of the removed mass dragged the remainder with it. Coils of guts seemed to flow out and into the sink until they jerked to stop by the two ends still connected to their owner. With a flick of the knife he severed the two ends which quickly fell into the sink with a wet plop.\n\nJamie snapped back to alertness once more by the strange feeling of his guts pouring out of his body. Even half out of it as he was, the sensations somehow managed to draw a weak scream from his lips. Since his internal organs were now on the menu he knew he didn't have much longer. Thankfully. Soon this would be all over and he could put it behind him. Far behind him. And he silently vowed that he would never go along with Saki on one of his crazy 'surprises' again.\n\nWith the bulky mass of intestines out of the way he was able to easily access the handful of organs people would want to eat. Liver, Kidneys, Gall Bladder, each was removed with a well practiced flick of the knife and added to the pile 'for later processing' which was growing around the two still intact legs. Finally he set aside the blade and picked up the last tool he would use on the otter.\n\nThe handheld saw was lowered to the exposed sternum. Once it had worked its way through about 3/4's, the ribs suddenly split open with a wet crack, exposing Jamie's heart and lungs. Both just twitched feebly, their owner getting ever nearer to passing away, but neither were the goal. The meat covered ribs themselves were what he sought. The butcher forced the ribs further open with another crack, and then rather than flip the remains of the otter over yet again to cut them away from the spine, he simply reached inside and pushed the heart and lungs out of the way. The saw was lowered into the cavity, with no caution over accidentally slicing the most vital organs. With two quick cuts the ribs fell away as two juicy slabs destined for a grill somewhere.\n\n\"That's all I need outta him.\" The Shepherd stepped over to the sink, washing the worst of the blood from his hands. \"He'll pass 'way soon, or if ya' want ta' end his suffering, can finish 'im off now.\"\n\nJamie's eyes were glassy, but he could still just manage to make out the form of his 'friend' standing beside what remained of him. Weak as he was, his mouth still moved, silently forming the word 'why' over and over. Somewhere along the line he'd even forgotten the hope that he'd wake from this, with it left behind as just a bad memory. Deep down he knew that he was really about to die.\n\nWith just a small sense of guilt Saki nodded. No sense putting his friend through any more. \"Let's end him now.\" A small amount of his previous exuberance had drained out of his voice. \"Can I do it?\"\n\nThe butcher just nodded and handed him a strange looking gun which was attached to the ceiling by a long thin hose. Saki turned it over examining it, \"What is this?\"\n\n\"A bolt gun. It's what they use ta' dispatch cattle. Just stick it ta' his head an' pull tha trigger.\"\n\nHe fumbled slightly raising the odd gun to his friend's head, not quite sure exactly what would happen when he pulled the trigger. \"See you soon bud. Hope you had fun.\" In truth Saki was well aware that either or both of them could fail to survive this, and he would not be sure of Jamie's fate until he himself awoke - assuming he did.\n\nA loud hydraulic thwack sounded when he depressed the trigger. Jamie's head jerked and his eyes rolled back in his head. The gun had fired a high velocity steel bolt. In an instant its impact shattered the otter's skull and plunged deep into the center of his brain, liquefying the soft tissue in its wake. The action occurred so swiftly that Jamie was dead before the pain of the strike could even be processed.\n\n[center]--------------------[/center]\n\nRein slumped in his seat, his heart going out to the poor otter, when the monitors displaying his life signs all shifted to a series of flat lines. Maximum setting had been too much for the brain to handle, and the technology had just proven its origins as a capital punishment system. \"You happy now? He's dead.\"\n\n\"Happy? Not especially, but the risk was known. Saki is up now, we'll see if maximum is always a recipe for death...\"\n\n[center]--------------------[/center]\n\nSaki stood staring at the minuscule remains of his deceased friend for a short time. A single tear rolled down his cheek from the passing of this friend. Sure it's possible he'd survived and was even now waking up in SNF-Tech's facilities, but from his perspective it was hard to see it as anything but having just dispatched his friend. His friend, which he had been the one to just put through all this. Still though, he couldn't help but think about everything Jamie had just gone through and wonder what it would be like to experience that all himself. He may just have to go that route the next time he came back...\n\n\"Oh. So sad.\" The Shepherd snapped Saki out of his thoughts by slamming a hand down on the table besides him.\n\nHis thin de-furred tail flicked and wagged eagerly once more. \"My turn?\"\n\n\"Not so fast.\" As interactive and life-like as the computer controlled character was, he did still have certain base actions pre-programmed. There was still one more thing that Saki had wanted before being ground up and turned into Saki-Sausage.\n\nSaki couldn't help but gulp seeing the large tent growing in the front of the butcher's apron. A dead give away of what he was intending to do.\n\n\"You're not gonna run tha' way he would 'ave. So I can 'ave some fun with ya' first.\" A large grin spread across his face as he untied the apron and let it drop to the floor.\n\n\"What are you going to do?\" Saki had asked for a bit of sex before the end, but he'd left the details up to Rein. He had no idea what the butcher would put him through, but now he suddenly feared how violent the large man looming over him would be. He didn't want the sex to end up killing him before he could experience his fate in the meat grinder.\n\n\"What do ya' say we let you say one last farewell ta' otterboy?\" By now he had Saki backed up against the table which held Jamie's scant remains. Reaching over the short raccoon's shoulder he lifted a large cleaver and with a single mighty swing separated the head from what little else remained. When his hand moved back into Saki's view it held the gruesome severed visage. \"Ya' seem upset. How 'bout you show 'im ya're sorry.\"\n\nHe tried to look away, this wasn't doing anything to help the guilt he felt rising in him for putting his friend through all this unaware. \"Wait. What. N...\" His protest was cut off by Jamie's lips being shoved against his own. Despite everything he had just intently watch happen, he clenched his eyes shut, suddenly no longer able to look his friend in the face. He didn't want this.\n\nThe two of them had been no strangers to pleasure, but this was different. He'd seen the betrayal in Jamie's eyes. An eye cracked open, and there were those eyes. Mere inches away, staring back at him lifelessly. A gaping hole sat above them, giving a small glimpse into the skull, bits of brains oozing out from around the edges. Again the eye snapped shut, another tear leaking from it.\n\n\"Awww. So eager ta' watch 'im die, but now so sad.\" He pushed the head harder against Saki's lips. \"C'mon giv'im some tongue.\"\n\nEyes still clenched, Saki tried to pull away, but his back was pinned against the edge of the table. There was nowhere for him to go.\n\n\"Whats'a matter? To cold for ya' already?\" Through this all the Shepherd's cock had slipped for his sheath and stood proud. \"Fine. I got som'thin' should be warm 'nough for ya'\". Keeping it still pressed against Saki's face, he held the head with one hand, while the other guided his cock towards the throat hole of its severed neck. It was a tight fit which stretched the hole wider than it anything ever had before, but how was the otter going to mount any complaint?\n\nBoth of Saki's eyes snapped open when he felt Jamie's jaw begin to open. [i]That shouldn't be happening.[/i] The thick chunk of dog flesh pried them open from the inside, and before he could think to question what was doing it, the tip pressed against his own lips. It parted them with as much ease as it had Jamie's slack jaw and entered Saki's mouth. He couldn't believe it. Here he was, the tip of a dog cock coming out of the mouth of the decapitated head of his friend and pushing its way into his.\n\nSalty pre dripped out onto his tongue, and before he knew it his sex drive was beginning to ignore the grotesque head in the middle. He wanted more of the dog dick, and soon he found his tongue starting to work its way past his lips to run along the sides of the offered shaft. In the process it was slipping into the otter mouth, bumping against his teeth and cold slack tongue.\n\n\"Ahh. That's more like it.\" He'd succeeded in opening Saki up, but it wasn't the raccoon's mouth he wanted to make use of. He had other plans. As quickly as he'd inserted his dick into the neck he pulled it free.\n\nSaki's eyes went wide. When the dick had disappeared he'd been left pressed up once more solely to Jamie's remains, their tongues entwined together. It was only then that it dawned on him what the cock had just made him do. Again he tried to pull back, but Shepherd still held the head firmly in place.\n\n\"Done so soon? Fine...\" From the Shepherd's view point it was clear that Saki's tongue hadn't been the only thing woken by the taste of his cock. The raccoon's own dog-like knotted cock stood proud and hard between his legs. \"No more kissing, but I need you ta' hold this.\"\n\nMercifully, the head gruesome head was finally removed from his lips, but instead of it being set aside, the butcher had another use for it in mind. He aimed the gaping mouth straight at Saki's dick, and shoved it on. His length slide over the cold tongue and down the back of Jamie's former throat. The sensation sent a shudder up his spine, but the butcher wasn't done there. He snapped the otter's jaws shut, locking its teeth and lips behind Saki's already growing knot; his friend's teeth nipping into the sensitive flesh.\n\n\"Don' drop him now.\" The Shepherd chuckled once before his voice dropped to a menacing growl. \"Now turn 'round, I want some 'coon tail!\" It wasn't a request, and he didn't wait to give Saki any time to comply. As easily as he'd repeatedly flipped the otter during the butchering he spun the raccoon 180.\n\nOn his last visit to SNF-Tech Saki had a feral horse fuck him to death. So, he was no stranger to the feeling of a large penetration. The large package this Shepherd was packing wasn't a whole lot smaller than that horse had been. \"No! Wait!\" He started to protest. He didn't want to die the same way again. He wanted to feel the cold metal teeth of the meat grinder.\n\nHis protest fell on deaf ears. The Shepherd wanted to feel that ass, and feel it he shall. He may leave the 'coon a bit broken and bruised, but he'd still survive to meet the meat-maker. Without any preparation or waiting for Saki to consent he lined his dick up with the tailhole and plunged forward.\n\nAll Saki could do was scream. With the strength of its owner behind it, the large cock easily pierced through any resistance that could even attempt to be mounted against its advance. It surged inward, spreading and even tearing flesh in its path. Not quite what he had felt with the larger horse, but the suddenness and pain were not what he had wanted or hoped for today. \"No, no take it out!\" He managed to wail. \"Just grind me up!\"\n\nThe butcher growled in annoyance. He enjoyed a good screaming protest while slicing up a fur, but not while fucking one. He had to shut the raccoon up, and he knew a good way to do it, one that would satisfy a craving he'd seen in the 'coon's eyes early as well. Supporting himself with 1 hand he reached out to grasp one of the earlier used discarded knives.\n\nFrom his position bent over the edge of the butcher's table, not only did Saki have an up-close view of Jamie's remains, but he was easily able to see his tormenter picking up the blade. For a frightening moment he feared that it would be used on him, but he breathed a small sigh of relief when it was moved into the direction of the grisly remains.\n\nJamie's cock and balls had been left fully intact during the butchering process, even during the skinning they hadn't been touched. Until now that is. The blade sliced into the flesh around the package, cutting it free from its former owner. Unsupported it fell to the table in front of Saki.\n\nSaki was intimately familiar with the package that now sat inches from his face, but detached they suddenly lost the appeal they once had and appeared to be little more than just another lump of former otter flesh. \"Wha...\" He tried to ask past the pain in his ass, only to have his mouth filled by the disembodied cock and balls.\n\n\"Saw ya' eyeing his flesh for a taste before. Now ya' got it and it'll keep ya' quiet.\" The butcher clamped Saki's mouth shut around the package preventing him from attempting to spit it out. As he did so he once more began to drive his pillar of a cock forward.\n\nIn it went, unobstructed by anything, until Saki could feel the unswollen knot pushing against his overly stretched rim. It wasn't as bad as the stallion had been, he couldn't feel the cock ripping through organs and rearranging his innards, but it was undoubtedly stretching his intestines beyond their limits. He was certain that he must already be bleeding from the assault.\n\nStreaks of blood did indeed coat the butcher's cock as he withdrew it from the destroyed hole, only to roughly drive in again. His hips pounded mercilessly into the raccoon, taking the ass for all it was worth. Muffled whimpers and moans were forced from Saki with each thrust, his pudgy stomach bulged slightly with the monstrous shaft.\n\nThe still only partially formed knot battered mercilessly against the bleeding hole, seeking entry, and entry was what it would receive. He growled and grit his teeth, thrusting his hips harder and eliciting a higher pitched whine from the receiver below him. With each thrust his growing knot pushed its way deeper. If it didn't make its way inside soon, it would have no chance of doing so.\n\nTears flowed down Saki's face, matting his fur, and he gagged around the cock sheath lodged in his mouth. His hole burned each time the knot pressed against it fighting for entry. If this were real he doubted that he'd ever walk normal again. Unswollen the knot was already wider than the stallion had been. He didn't want to think about how wide it would be once fully engorged, but it was clear he would soon find out. His tormentor seemed set on making that tie.\n\nThen it happened. With a mighty thrust the growing bulb managed to force its way through the torn ring of muscle. Saki could actually feel his hips widening as it pushed its way past his pelvic bone. Already, unswollen, it was wider than the his skeletal anatomy could allow. His head thrashed back and forth at the thought of how large it would be and what it would do to his insides.\n\nJust because his knot had breached the hole, the Shepherd's hips did not stop. The same mighty thrust that had succeeded in embedding the knot quickly yanked it free again. Several more thrusts further battered and stretched the ring, humping the ever enlarging knot in and out. However, instead of each thrust becoming easier thanks to a further destroyed hole; each time the fleshy bulb passed through the pelvic opening it grew more difficult to pass. Only once he feared that the next thrust would not be able to pass that barrier did he leave the knot inside to grow.\n\nGrow it did. In mere moments Saki could feel the knot swell well beyond the width of his pelvic opening, ensuring that it would be going nowhere any time soon. It ballooned out wider than even the stallion's flare had, tearing his already stretched and bleeding rectum beyond repair. It was agony, and yet the Shepherd continued to hump at his ass.\n\nWith each thrust in his belly bulged, and with each jerk back the knot yanked painfully at his pelvis. It felt as if at any moment his hips might just be ripped clear of the base of his spine, taking his legs right along with them. He wanted to scream, 'No. Stop. Just grind me up.' but still his mouth was held clamped shut around Jamie's disembodied package.\n\nJust when he felt sure that he would pass out from the pain, the butcher thrust forward one finally time. The force of the thrust lifted Saki's feet off the ground, leaving him supported only by the table he was leaning over and by the monster wedged inside his ass. With a deep growl the butcher released his grip on Saki's mouth and grabbed a hold of the table with both hands. Only then did the cum start.\n\nThe massive knot prevented any possibility of the cum's escape backwards, so it had no choice but to find a way deeper. Saki's chubby stomach swelled even more as the thick fluid filled and stretched bits of his plumbing which were not already stretched by the cock. The stallion had cum buckets, but at least it had been quick. The butcher's orgasm stretched on for minutes, slowly filling him further and further. The only upside was that the slow filling meant that the cum could work its way deeper with each squirt, rather than quickly ballooning and rupturing him the way the stallion had.\n\nAs the butcher came and came he did not continue to hold Saki's mouth shut, and the cock and ball gag was able to fall free. First just the 2 balls dropped from their open sack and rolled out to rest on the table beneath his nose. The sheath and its contents were slower to make their exit. Its fur having stuck to his tongue with a thick coating of saliva. But finally, pushed by sobs of pain it too dropped from.\n\nWith his mouth clear he managed to wail out the protest that had remained muffled before. \"Oh god. Why did you do that!?\"\n\nFor a second the computer controlled character didn't respond. Just as it had some pre-programmed actions, it had a few pre-programmed responses regarding those actions. \"Ya' wanted ta' get fucked first. 'sides, 'ya were was ta' excited. Meat ain't supposed ta' like it. Had ta' take ya' down a peg.\" He leaned his head over to leer in Saki's face. \"Now, ya' ready ta' be sausage?\"\n\n\"But... your knot.\" Saki coughed and grunted in pain, feeling the massive lump wedged inside him. \"Won't we have to wait?\"\n\n\"Not a problem.\" He laughed and grabbed a hold of Saki's hips.\n\n\"What do you...\" A horrifying thought crystallized in Saki's head when he felt the Shepherd's muscles tighten. [i]He couldn't possibly be thinking of...[/i] \"FUUUUUUUCK!\"\n\nIn a single massive jerk he yanked his hips back. The bulbous knot caught on the insides of Saki's pelvis for a moment, before the force of the pull - and the clenching hands on his hips - meant that the two things would keep going in opposite directions. In an instant Saki's pelvis shattered, and the engorged knot was ripped free from his already destroyed hole.\n\nNo longer supported by the cock in his ass, and no longer having an intact pelvic bone, Saki crumbled to the floor. A screaming, crying heap, but he wasn't left there. A shadow bent down, and the butcher's hand closed around his neck, heaving his broken body from the floor.\n\nWithout a word, he was carried towards the grinder he'd eyed so eagerly earlier. Then it had been an exciting fantasy. Now, with his internal bleeding and shattered pelvis, it loomed up as merely the tool which would bring about his death. All romance had bleed out of the idea. Still though, it was what he'd come here for and finally he would get to experience it.\n\nAn odd hook-like clamp hung from the ceiling above the business end of the machine. Saki was attached to this clamp by his neck and hoisted up to hang over the machine. His legs dangled, limp and numb from his shattered hips. Below him a pair of sinister teeth covered wheel sat motionless, waiting to spin to life and consume their 'meal'.\n\nWith the flip of a switch on the wall, the butcher kicked the machine to life. The two grinding wheels spun into action, picking up speed as Saki's hook slowly began lowering the meat towards the machine. With things in motion, the butcher did not stand around to watch. He stepped away to prepare another piece of the impending sausage. A sausage needed a casing after all, and a perfect one sat waiting in the nearby sink.\n\nSaki's dangling toes and feet met the spinning teeth first. In a misty red spray they were tugged downward into the wheels and their flesh and bones were reduced in seconds to a gooey pulp. The sudden and outright destruction of his lowest extremities should have been excruciating to the raccoon, but with the trauma of his shattered pelvis little feeling remained below the waist. For the moment the lose of his feet felt little different than as if a large weight had just been placed upon them.\n\nNow that its teeth had bitten into the flesh, the machine wanted more. It yanked at the legs which had been connected to the feet it had already consumed. The hook still lowered the meat, but the teeth wanted it faster. Stuck in between, Saki was stretched. With frightening speed his legs disappeared between the wheels. Not a slow piecemeal biting like an animal chewing its prey, but a steady ever present destruction. As one bit of flesh disappear that above instantly took its place in the machine, marching ever up towards parts of Saki which still held full feeling. All Saki could do was hang there and watch.\n\nThe butcher returned just as the last of Saki's thighs were disappearing into the depths of the machine. In his arms he carried the coiled slimy mass of Jamie's intestines. Squeaky clean, both inside and out, ready to become the casing for Saki's ground flesh. On top of the pile rested Jamie's severed head; Saki hadn't even noticed that it fallen off his cock at some point during the brutal fucking. Now, there it sat, ready to be used again in some manner by the sick butcher.\n\nSaki's hanging sack and balls were the first bit of full-feeling flesh to meet the machine. A single tooth snagged the pouch yanking it down into the wheels. Two pops sounded as his balls burst between the steel, and at the some moment he let out his first scream since the journey had begun. There was little time to dwell on the pain of his violent castration before his rump and shattered hips too passed into the spinning instrument of destruction.\n\nThings actually slowed down at this point. While there was more meat for the teeth to grab and pull, there was also more for it to dismantle into a pulp. The whirring motors bogged down as the wheel set to work grinding the thicker base of Saki's ass, and once more it became the slow descent of the hook which moved things forward rather than the biting pull of the teeth.\n\nIgnoring Saki's cries of pain, the butcher set to work of attaching one end of the intestines to a spigot at the base of the machine. Already the hopper beneath the grinder teeth was starting to reach full from the 'coon's leg meat alone. As soon as the flesh tube was in place he flicked a switch and the meat/bone pulp began to flow. His practiced and skilled hands massaged it through the length of the intestines, filling the back half first.\n\nOnce Saki's pelvis had been reduced to mush the struggling motors once more kicked into high gear. Now that the large bone was out of the way the only thing that stood in their way was his spine and soft squishy organs. And those organs were easy pickings. Without out the support of the pelvic floor his abdominal cavity opened, and his organs spilled out. Half pulled by gravity, half yanked by the spinning teeth, they fed themselves into the machine faster than the hook fed the rest of Saki.\n\nIn seconds his abdominal cavity was empty, and with an audible wet snap the machine ripped his stomach free, pulling it down to the waiting destruction. When that happened Saki coughed and sputtered, blood spraying from his mouth. It was excruciating, but at the same time interesting, he couldn't help but wonder as his guts spilled out if the feeling was similar to what Jamie had experienced when his were spilled and cut free.\n\nNot only were Saki's empty stomach and spine now being devoured, but his arms had joined the mix too. Had he had the strength to he could have held them up to protect them, but as pained as he was they hung limply at his sides, disappearing into a bloody pulp right along side his chubby belly.\n\nHe took his last breath just before his chest met the gears. As soon as it did his ribs broke and collapsed, crushing in on his lungs and heart, forcing the breath from his body and the last of his blood into his brain. In the real world he would have been dead long ago, but here he got to feel the sensations of his lungs then heart being crushed, ground, and finally ripped from his body.\n\nWhen only his shoulders and head remained, the clamp which held him snapped free. The grinding wheels would take the rest from here. Down and down he continued to go, his flesh and bones being reduced to a gooey paste which in turn was squeezed into his late friend's intestines. Just when he was left as only a head and thought it was about to end, his 'processor' had one last parting 'gift' to give him. Something which further tied together that unholy union of the two friends, and little did he realize it at the moment, would haunt his memories.\n\nAs the teeth chewed away his neck and bit at the base of his skull, Jamie's disembodied was dropped into the teeth in front of him. Together the two heads sank into the machine. One lifeless, the only still conscious. Nose to nose, Jamie's face was all that he could see as an unbearable pressure grew in his skull.\n\nJust before everything went dark. The last thing Saki heard was a loud cracking pop, and the last thing he saw was Jamie - his already broken and fractured skull imploding and caving in upon itself.\n\n[center]--------------------[/center]\n\nDarkness had enveloped him completely. No sight. No sound. No thought. Slowly, distant mumbled voices started to trickle into the edges of his mind. Thoughts began to form again. This was different from the last time... Last time he remembered just waking straight back up... He didn't know how long had passed, and as sensations returned he swore he must still be in the simulation. His body felt like it was on fire.\n\n\"Saki?\"\n\n[i]What?[/i]\n\n\"Saki? Can you hear me?\"\n\nThe distant voices finally crystallized, and slowly his eyes opened. Two faces hovered over him. At first he thought they were the butcher and Jamie, but gradually he came to recognize them as Rein and Jared... [i]he was awake afterall. So why did he feel like he was still in the grinder?[/i]\n\n\"Easy. Don't try to move yet. You've been out for 2 hours.\"\n\n[i]What? 2 hours?[/i]\n\n\"We thought we'd lost you, but you made it.\"\n\n[i]Made it? [/i]Things slowly came back to him. Maximum setting. The possibility of actually dying. Jamie!\n\n\"Ja... ja..me?\" He struggled to form the word.\n\nRein's face went slack at the question and slowly he shook his head. \"He didn't make it...\"\n\n[i]What have I done?[/i] Saki's head lulled to the side, and there, a few feet away, he could see Jamie's body still lying on the padded exam table, where he'd last seen him. [i]No, he'd last seen him as an exploding head right in front of him.[/i]\n\n\"Your vitals are stable, but just rest for now, that had to have been rough.\" Rein looked sympathetic, no doubt recalling his own painful memories he carried from his run through the simulator at near full power.\n\nMentally exhausted, Saki couldn't help but drift off to sleep. As he slept images of Jamie streamed through his thoughts. Everything he'd put his friend through inside the simulation, but most of all his body lying on the table, unmoving. [i]Was he really dead?[/i] Behind all that the memories of his own 'death' played over and over. [i]Why did I make it?[/i]\n\n[center]--------------------[/center]\n\nWhen Saki woke again he found himself not in the 'procedure room', but instead lying comfortably in a bed in one of the small recovery rooms which branched off the small front office. He sat up to find Rein seated in a chair beside the bed.\n\n\"Hey there. How you feeling?\"\n\n\"Okay, I guess...\" The answer was more reflex than anything. Saki could still feel the metal teeth digging into his flesh. Not as strongly or as painfully as before. More like the tingle of a sleeping foot, but none-the-less it was still there and unmistakable. One question still filled his mind. \"Is Jamie really...?\" He couldn't ask the last word.\n\nRein's face answered even before his words did. \"Yes. I'm sorry. We tried to revive him, but...\"\n\n\"Why didn't I...?\"\n\n\"Don't know. We've never run it that high before. Maybe because you've been through it before. Or maybe just luck.\" Rein moved from the chair to sit on the bed besides his fellow raccoon. \"You sure you're ok?\" He touched his stomach and chest then did the same to Saki. \"I went through at nearly as high a setting... I can still feel it sometimes too.\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" Saki still wasn't sure about that answer himself. \"I... I think I just want to go home.\" He winced when he stood, the memory of his shattered pelvis manifesting itself in the real world.\n\nRein walked with Saki through the office and saw him to the door. He couldn't help but notice a slight limp in the raccoon's step, a limp which hadn't been there the last time he'd walked through these halls. \"If you need to talk. I'm here...\"","writing_bbcode_parsed":""So, what's this place again?" Jamie studied the nondescript building, a simple sign on the door the only indication it was even occupied.
SNF-Tech Labs
Entrance by appointment only
Clients ring bell for admittance
"It's a VR company. Probably the most advanced there is. They tap straight into the brain for total sensory immersion."
The otter eyed Saki suspiciously. "If they're so advanced why are they in such a rundown looking warehouse?"
Saki shrugged, scratching idly at the base of his neck. He'd never thought about the outside of the building, it was the inside that was important. "Guess they like to keep a low profile. They do just about anything, so most of their clients like to keep on the down low too."
"But... you've been here before, right." Saki had a habit of stumbling upon some of the more seedy establishments out there. Usually thanks to some rumor or another, and they didn't always end up 'as advertised'. Somehow Jamie always ended up getting dragged along into those situations.
"Oh yeah." The pink furred raccoon grinned and stepped past his friend and rang the bell for the second time. He picked up on the otter's slight air of nervousness, "This won't be like those other times. Promise. It's run by a couple of really great guys."
"If you say so..." The door wasn't answered immediately, letting a bit of an awkward silence fall as they waited. "What kind of VR did you sign us up for anyway?" Knowing his friend, Jamie had a couple ideas already, but couldn't nail anything down specifically. Still, he was sure that it would end up being something sexual, probably involving a stallion.
"Spoil the surprise? Where would be the fun in that?" Saki gave him a wink.
The sound of a latch being thrown echoed, and the door swung open to reveal another raccoon. Unlike Saki's bright pink fur, this one sported the traditional stripes and bands in varying shades of browns and grays. He gave a big smile and grasped Saki in a tight hug. "Saki! Good to see you again. Always nice to work with repeat clients, we don't get too many. Sorry to keep you standing out here so long, was way up in the control room putting the finishing touches on those tweaks we talked about yesterday." Turning towards Jamie he reach out to shake the otter's hand, "And you must be Jamie. Good to meet you, I'm Rein. Please, come in."
Rein led the way into the building. Despite its outward appearance the inside was rather nicely appointed. They passed through a small front office, sparsely furnished it didn't appear as if it were used too often. Continuing down a short hall they arrived in what could best be described as a small locker room. "I'll go see if Jared has the equipment all set; if you two want to go ahead and get ready." He slipped out through a second door leaving the two friends alone again.
"Get ready? Why does a VR place even need a locker room?" Exploring a bit, Jamie poked his head around a tiled doorway, "Complete with shower... You telling me the truth about this place?"
"Of course I am. You're too suspicious. They usually offer a bit of live action role playing to set the stage for the VR, just to make it even more realistic." A big grin spread across Saki's face as he came up beside Jamie, "Last time I was here they even brought in a stallion for me, but this time I asked them to forego the theatrics." He reached up to give his taller friend's shoulder a squeeze, "All so that it doesn't spoil the fun and surprise for you."
The door that Rein had left through opened once more and the Raccoon's head poked back through. "Everything is ready in here," He cocked an eyebrow at the 'hugging' pair, "You two all set?"
"Sure are," Saki's fluffy pink tail twitched excitedly, "Jamie is just a bit nervous."
Rein nodded sagely and strolled over to Jamie's side, placing an arm on his other shoulder. "We get that a lot, especially with our 'surprise' clients." Saki had told him that Jamie would be going in not knowing that they specialized in snuff fantasies. "You're not the first client we've dealt with who doesn't know what he's in for, but there's nothing to worry about. It's all just a simulation, none of it's real."
Together the trio headed through Rein's door. A Jamie-sandwich, the otter flanked on either side by the pair of raccoons. The door opened into a large 2-story chamber. Normally decorated to fit whatever fantasy was about to be played out, today it was spartan. In its center stood what looked for all the world to be a pair of padded exam tables taken straight out of a doctor's office. Between them sat a table filled with an array of electronics, and beside the table stood the owner of SNF-Tech.
Jared, the 6-foot white tiger was usually mistaken for a leopard, thanks to a single distant relative several generations back. Instead of a tiger's majestic strips he'd inherited a recessive set of leopard's spots. Careful observers would note the longer fur, wider face, larger build, and denser musculature indicative of his predominantly tiger heritage.
He gave a curt nod to the new arrivals. "If you'll each have a seat. I'll get hooked up." Normally, the stiff quiet behind-the-scenes man, Jared left the cheerful PR face of the company to Rein, but today he seemed even stiffer than usual. As if something about today were different.
The pair took their places on the padded tables, and Jared set to work connecting the first of the two VR headsets. Per Saki's instructions for the day, Jamie's headset came first. It was an odd sensation feeling the tiger poking through the fur on his head to attached the various electrodes.
To take his mind off the feeling and perhaps alleviate a bit of the apprehension he still felt Jamie probed for a bit more information about the procedure he was about to experience. "So, umm, Saki said something about tapping directly into the brain?" He wasn't sure who he was asking, but it was the smiling Rein who replied.
"That's right. The system sends input straight to your sensory neurons in order to simulate the actual nerve impulses that would fire should the events in the simulation actually be occurring to you. Other VR is simply audio and visual input, we offer the full sensory experience."
"Is that safe? I mean, the whole 'can a dream kill you?'..."
"Perfectly. It can get a bit... intense, and leave some after sensations, if the settings are turned up too high..." his eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as he recalled his own turn on the machine as Jared's first test client, "but we ironed out the levels long ago and don't run it that high." With his attention focused on Jamie, Rein didn't noticed Saki and Jared exchange a glance and a nod.
"All set." Jared announced attaching the final electrode and lowering the visor into place. Stepping back to the table of electronics he flipped a switch activating Jamie's headset before picking up Saki's.
Noticing this Rein lifted an eyebrow quizzically. Normally for a double session both headsets would be activated simultaneously, but unbeknownst to him Saki had requested that his friend's be activated first. A little private time to get a good look at the environment and perhaps freak out a little if it made him realize just what was about to happen to them.
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Jamie found himself plunged into utter darkness. No sight, no sound, no smell, nothing. He couldn't even feel the table beneath him anymore. In a way it was almost like a slipping into a dream, but his mind still churned, fully active and aware that just a second ago he was laying on the table in SNF-Tech Labs. His brief introduction to the technology hadn't covered the sensory deprivation phase that occurred as the computer took control of the sensory input neurons. It was an unfortunate necessity of the technology; no matter how quickly the computer could process, it couldn't compare to the natural speed of the brain. Jared had been working to reduce its length, but was unable to eliminate it entirely.
Before long a bright flash of light pierced through the darkness. Jamie reflexively blinked against it, and as his eyes slowly adjusted he realized that sounds and smells were once more flowing over him. A sweet and earthy mix of herbs and spices filled his nose, but they also covered over the lingering hint of something else; a familiar almost metallic scent which he couldn't quite put his finger on. The only sound was a gentle bubbling. At first it was almost reminiscent of a babbling brook, but as Jamie's mind put it together with scent of herbs and spices it resolved itself into the sound of pot of boiling water.
Gradually his eyes adjusted and the environment resolved itself around him. He was stunned at how realistic everything seemed, and it wasn't just realistic like watching a movie. The room unfolded around him, surrounded him, but that wasn't all. He could move, but not just something as simple as turning his head. He was free to walk around, and he was more than just an avatar in a game. He could feel the cold tile floor beneath his feet. He lifted a paw in front of his face, and it was his. If he didn't know he were in a simulation he would have sworn he was actually there.
As his astonishment faded the contents of the room began to settle in. He stood in the middle of a large kitchen, which struck him as a little odd. What could Saki possibly have planned in a kitchen? Trying to contemplate that thought he strolled towards a large stainless steel work table above which hung a row of of knives. Long knives. The longest he'd ever seen. Why would anyone need such long knives? He rested a paw on the table, its surface smooth and cold under his touch, and surveyed the rest of the kitchen around him. Now that he thought about it, everything he saw seemed oversized. The pot of water boiling away nearby looked large enough to hold an entire person. Unless he was going crazy the oven was a walk-in. A meat grinder that could probably process a whole cow. The list went on.
The possibility that maybe he was too small for some reason passed through his mind, but even as he examined his body a darker truth gnawed at the edge of his mind. Saki had penchant for sadistic pleasure. No... he wouldn't... Jamie spun his head around taking in his surroundings in a new light. Light gleamed off the razor sharp blades hanging from the ceiling, and suddenly certain things started to make sense. ...their clients like to keep on the down low... ...you're not the first client who didn't know what he was in for... ...everything was actually happening to you....
His heart started to pound in his chest, and it was then that he realized that he was still alone. Saki hadn't joined him yet. Why not? "Sa...ki?" His voice squeaked nervously, echoing off the tiled walls and steel surfaces.
Drawn to his squeak, the sound of a footfall echoed from a doorway behind him. Maybe this is all some cruel joke, yeah, that's it, Saki is just playing a trick on me. The door banged open and the footsteps grew nearer. It's just Saki. I'm not going to turn around and let him scare me. Just be cool.
"Sak-grk!" Something wrapped around his neck cutting his words off in a strangled grunt.
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When the environment resolved itself around Saki he took quick stock of his surroundings. Everything looked just as he had hoped, including the sight directly before of him.
A massive German Shepherd stood holding Jamie by the neck in the grip of a single huge paw. The man had to be close to 8-feet tall meaning the otter's feet dangled a good foot above the floor, kicking wildly as he struggled in the strangling grip.
Jamie and his captor spotted Saki's sudden appearance at the same moment. The otter's eyes bulged and his paws - which had been clutching a the Shepherd's forearm - reached out in his friend's direction, mouth silently pleading from him to come to his aid. The man just gave a toothy grin and advanced towards Saki; the weight of his 'cargo' seemingly of no consequence.
"So... I come down 'ere to find not one, but two lil' morsels invading my kitchen." His grin widen, gaze shifting back and forth between Saki and Jamie. "What oh what should I do with them?"
Saki, who knew exactly what he was in for, held his ground against the intimidating advance. A smile spreading across his face and tail tip starting to twitch eagerly.
The Shepherd couldn't help but give a deep chuckle, "and one of 'em looks almost eager." He loomed over Saki, his empty hand reaching out towards the pink raccoon. "that, or brave."
His hand closed around Saki's neck, and still Saki made no move to resist. "Or maybe a little of both," Saki couldn't help but quip before the tight grip cut off his words. Still, the smile remained on his face.
He grunted and cocked an eyebrow at Saki as he lifted the second intruder off his feet. Though shorter than the otter, the raccoon weighed a good deal more. "Got a little paunch hidden under that fur do ya?" He gave a little huff looking back and forth between the pair. "In that case ya may not be as useful to me as your friend here. We'll just have to get that fur off and see."
As he made his way towards the nearby pot of gently boiling water Jamie found himself close enough to Saki that he should be able to reach out and touch him, but he found himself so overcome with the betrayal that he couldn't even bring himself to look at his friend. Saki has put him through a lot of things in the past, but he couldn't believe he'd tricked him into going through this... and he there he was grinning like an idiot enjoying it. His only solace was that somewhere in the back of his head he kept telling himself over and over It's only a simulation... None of it's real... When this is all over I'll just wake up without a scratch on me...
"In you go." The Shepherd hoisted Saki high into the air and unceremoniously lowered him gently into the boiling pot. "Few minutes in there will scald that pink fur right off ya and let me get a good look at what kinda meat ya got to offer."
Despite his eagerness for whatever were to happen, the shock of hitting the boiling water was more than he could resist. Every nerve ending was on fire, and before he even realized it a scream of pain was erupting from his mouth. Outside the simulation environment such pain would have easily caused blackout in seconds, but in here he got to endure it wide awake and alert.
"As for you..." he sneered at Jamie, "Otter meat's a bit of a delicacy, and ya look like you'll turn inta' some fine steaks." Saki's scream of pain instilled a bit of fight in Jamie and he found himself taking a weak swipe towards the Shepherd's face. "Oh ho ho." He easily caught Jamie's hand in his free one. "Ya got some spunk in ya. Guess I'll just haveta tie ya up good."
Jamie found himself lifted onto the cold steel table he'd been examining just minutes earlier. The Shepherd finally released the hold on his neck, and tugged his arms behind his back. Before he could even think about trying to run the Shepherd moved with a quick practiced hand; tying his wrists together and binding his legs around both the ankles and knees. He was effectively immobilized in moments.
With both his 'guests' now going no where, the Shepherd stepped momentarily out of the room.
Saki's screams had died down as his surface nerves were deadened by the heat of the water, and he just relaxed as one would in a nice hot bath. "Why Saki...?" Jamie, ungagged, pleaded to his friend for any explanation.
"Oh come on. Don't pretend you've never wondered. It's all in a bit of fun. Just relax."
"Relax? How can I relax?! He's going to slice me up into pieces!"
"But none of it's real."
"Sure feels real." Jamie's voice croaked a bit, his neck sore and hoarse from the Shepherd's tight hold.
"That's what makes it so fun. We get to feel what it's like without it actually happening to us. No lasting damage at all, just the memory. How many people can claim to have memories like this?"
"In't this touching..." The Shepherd had reentered the room, his front now covered in a thick butcher's smock. He bee-lined for Saki's pot and once more grasped the raccoon around the neck. "Should be long enough, don't want ya ta start cookin' on me."
Saki was lifted from the boiling water, patches and clumps of fur already falling loose to remain behind in the pot, and carried to a nearby floor drain. Reaching up into the ceiling the butcher pulled down a sprayer nozzle and turned it on Saki. The high pressure cold water washed over him, his remaining fur and outer layer of skin sloughing off in sheets beneath it.
In no time flat the only fur that remained was covering his head. The remainder of his body glistened a bright red and despite having just been pulled from the hottest bath of his life he shivered slightly. The cold water in stark contrast to the heat he'd just left prickled and electrified his partially deadened nerve endings.
Returning the sprayer to the ceiling the butcher scrutinized and prodded at the defurred raccoon, "MmmHmm. Just as I feared. Way too fatty f'er good steaks. Still, can't let such an eager lil' one go ta waste, can I?" He continued to poke mockingly at Saki's chubby stomach, "So what should I do wit' ya tubby, hmm?"
The constant poking at his scalded flesh made Saki wince repeatedly, while the taunts at his less-than-delectable physique caused a blush of shame to spread beneath the remaining fur of his cheeks. If he couldn't be sliced and diced too he still wanted to experience whatever there was to offer. It just so happened that from where he stood the person-sized meat grinder sat perfectly in his view, and subconsciously his eyes locked onto it.
His fixed gaze didn't go unnoticed, and upon following it the butcher gave a deep laugh. "The grinder? Ya wanna become a bunch o sausages?"
Saki nodded and winced as he was jabbed once more, "Yes please, but can you do me second? So I can watch you cut up Jamie first?"
The Shepherd roared with laughter, "Ya are an odd one ain't ya? Alright. Let's make some otter steaks." Together they stepped over to Jamie's table.
"That's enough Saki. I don't care if it's fake. I don't want to do this. Make it stop." Jamie was starting to babble rapidly and almost incoherently, unable to believe his 'friend' was just going to stand there and watch him get sliced to pieces.
"You want to gag him?"
"Nah. I like when they scream." The butcher plucked a large knife from where it hung above the table. It's blade gleamed with sharpness as he poised it over the squirming otter. "Ya know, squirming 'll just make it worse. Might miss an' cut somethin' I don't mean ta."
That was hardly of any comfort to Jamie. To him it didn't matter where he was going to be cut, anywhere would be bad. His eye bulged locking on to the cruel blade, making his babbling even more incoherent.
"Fine." The Shepherd's free hand grabbed his legs in the iron grip and lowered the knife towards his bound ankles.
Suddenly falling silent Jamie's gaze flicked to Saki's face. His eyes silently pleaded with his friend to put an end to this and his mouth opened to speak one last plea, "Ple-AAHHHH". He was cut off in a yell of pain as the blade sank into his flesh, severing his left foot at the ankle in a single swift stroke.
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From his vantage point in the 2nd floor control room Rein was shocked to see Jamie's unconscious body suddenly lurch on the examination table, that wasn't normal..., and then an alarm began to sound from Jared's console. His head snapped over, seeking the source of the alarm. It was the vital signs monitor. Something was going wrong. A paw reached for the emergency shutdown. "Aborting simulation."
Before he could reach the large button his arm was caught by Jared, "No."
"No?" He tried to pull his arm free. "What do you mean 'no'? His vitals are going wild. Something must have gone wrong."
"Nothing has gone wrong." Jared gestured to a monitor displaying an array of the simulation's settings.
It took Rein a moment to realize what he was being shown. The power usage settings were set to maximum. A setting even higher than had been used during his own experience as Jared's first trial client. They had never run it that high before. "Wha... why?"
"Saki's request. He wanted the full experience."
Rein's heart reached out to the unexpecting otter, remembering the lingering pain he'd felt and experienced from a lower power setting. "But..." He was familiar with the technology's origins as a capital punishment device, "couldn't it kill them at those levels?"
"Possibly..." Jared's normally stoic facade betrayed a hint of emotion.
"You're ok with that?"
"He signed a waiver..."
"Did Jamie?"
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Without pause the blade sank into and severed his other foot at the ankle. Jamie was racked with pain, beyond words. He found himself unable to even scream, instead falling into a continuous sob - tears filling his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. With his mind focused on the persistent throb coming from his severed ankles he was only dimly aware of being flipped onto his stomach and the bindings on his wrists being cut.
His mind was wrenched from the pain in his ankles by the blade once more piercing his flesh. This time it was his left hand being sliced away at the wrist, and in quick succession the right followed it. As if dealing with the pain of having all 4 paws cut off wasn't enough, he then felt a rough tug at his backside as his tail was yanked taut. Then the searing kiss of the blade struck once more, slicing cleanly through the base of his tail.
He was flipped again and dropped roughly onto his back, pain shooting from the stump that used to be his tail. While being rotated through the air Jamie caught a glimpse of a pile of paws, his own paws, stacked lifelessly in a bloody heap, with his tail coiled limply beside them.
His truncated arms flopped limply at his sides, brain too focused on the pain to put up any kind of resistance at this point. Blood poured freely from the 5 gapping wounds, flowing into troughs embedded around the edges of the table. In the real world he would have passed out by now, but the magic of the simulation meant that Jamie would remain awake and alert even after every drop of his blood drained.
"You sure work fast," Saki stood by watching in fascination as the Shepherd did his work.
"Had lots-a practice." He sliced away the bindings he'd placed around Jamie's ankles and knees just minutes before, and traded the large blade for a much smaller one.
As eager to learn as he was to experience first hand Saki was a bundle of rapid fire questions. "You're not going to keep him bound? Why the new knife? They ever die from bleeding out? What's it feel like Jamie?"
"Noisy one ain't cha?" The Shepherd looked at him with a slightly annoyed glance, but still proceeded to answer the questions as he brought the thin flexible knife down towards Jamie's severed ankle. "Shock's too strong at this point ta put up a big 'nough fight fer restraints ta be necessary. This 'ere's a skinnin' knife, fur dun make fer good steaks."
His knife plunged just into the skin of Jamie's leg where the former foot was missing, and in a smooth swift stroke he made a shallow cut up the entire length of its inside, coming to a stop less than an inch from the otter's sheath and sack. Without breaking the rhythm he repeated the cut along the length of the other leg. Before extracting the knife from the second cut however, he expertly traced a rough circle around the malehood - connect his two incisions across the stomach and the perineum.
After the agony of losing his paws and tail these new shallow cuts barely registered to Jamie. He drifted somewhere in a light headed haze, and yet he was still fully aware of the world around him. By now he should have lost consciousness and probably died, but he still felt the cool table beneath him. Still felt his heartbeat and his severed paws throb as it continued to spill his blood from them. Worst of all, he still saw and heard his friend just stand there besides his butcher prattling away with his questions.
Two more shallow incisions were quickly added running up the length of the undersides of Jamie's arms. They both continued from his armpit, snaking up to chase along his collar bones and meet in the center of his neck. Lifting his head, the butcher deftly traced a line around his neck. Then came one final cut straight down the center of his chest and stomach to connect all the incisions.
Setting the knife aside, the butcher placed both of his hands atop Jamie's stomach and - slowly at first - began to work his fingertips into the final cut. They found their way between the skin and the underlying muscle tissue, and with a sickening sucking-tearing sound the two began to separate. Once the edge was up he grabbed a hold with one hand applying a steady pull, while the other remained beneath the skin sliding back and forth to speed its removal. In a matter of seconds half of Jamie's front was no longer covered in its protective layer of skin, and without skipping a beat the Shepherd's hands followed his other incisions first along an arm, and then down the same leg. Quickly he spun the otter 180 degrees on his back, then repeated the treatment with his other half.
With his front now completely free of its skin, Jamie was flipped onto his stomach for the second time since things had begun. Grabbing a hold of the flopping front skin on either side of the neck the Shepherd gave a long hard pull. Away from the back it peeled, one continuous piece. Off the arms, off the legs, until the butcher held in his hands the entirety of Jamie's skin - unzipped and intact just like a 1-piece track suit.
Jamie was left with skin remaining only on his head and genitals. Despite everything, and the belief - nay, hope - that he could just possibly manage to get through the rest of this without feeling anything more, he was struck by a sense he'd never experience in his life. Without his skin the open air was able to brush against meat which had never felt its kiss before. Like the tingle and burn of an open wound, only across his entire body. As exhausted and beyond struggle as he was, he still began to involuntarily shiver and quake.
He felt himself lifted and deposited on his back yet again. Once more he was granted a perfect view of his butcher as he reached up to the rack of knives hanging ominously above him and plucked down a new blade. Too weak to lift his head he could not see where this new steel was headed, but soon enough he felt its cruel bite as it sliced into the meat of his thigh.
The butcher worked in quick slices, cutting at a diagonal from Jamie's crotch up to his hip, working his way down until he reached the leg's joint. Grasping the leg in one hand and the hip in the other he made a quick wrenching motion popping the joint from it's socket.
Despite everything so far, and the strange distant disconnected feeling that was starting to grow in Jamie, he couldn't help but scream a new when his leg was ripped from its joint.
With the joint out of the way he was able to quickly slice through the rest of the meat, and pulled away one intact and deskinned leg. Without batting an eye he set the severed limb aside and quickly repeated the same process with the other leg. Again Jamie screamed when the joint was popped free, but with less strength than for the first.
"Oh, what are you going to do with those?" Saki almost hopped around looking eagerly at the two severed and stacked legs.
"I'll slice them up into steaks on the band saw later." He explained, bringing his knife up ready to repeat the same process with the otter's arms.
"And you're going to do the same with the arms?"
"Yes."
"Could, could you slice them into steaks while they're still attached?" The raccoon's morbid sense of fun wanted his friend to get as much out of this as possible.
"I supposed... Ya know, y'er really a sick one. It's gunna be fun watchin' ya get ground up." It was then that a wicked idea hit him. He was nearly done butchering the otter, and there would be unusable parts left over. Perhaps one of those parts could be put to good use...
He hefted what was left of Jamie onto a shoulder and carried him over to the saw table. Large enough to breakdown a cow it easily fit the otter's torso. With a whir the large band saw started up and the butcher moved the first of Jamie's arms - which had long ago gone limp and forgotten any sense of resistance - towards the blade.
Contrary to the technology's ability to keep the clients wide awake and alert, even past the point of 'death', Jamie was beginning to drift in and out of consciousness. His brain was being overwhelmed by the simulated input, and in the control booth things were starting to become very questionable if he would actually survive. When he was coherent enough to be aware of the next bit of pain he was subjected to, all he could think was Why, Saki, Why? over and over.
He was conscious when the saw blade bit into his first arm, but was only dimly aware of the repeated pain as it disappeared into inch thick steaks. His head flopped to the side giving him a perfect view of Saki, who was just standing there watching in fascination as he was being quickly reduced to just a torso. "Why..." he managed to squeak out his recurring thought.
Saki's eyes flicked to meet Jamie's when he heard his friend's squeaked voice. "Great isn't it?" he smiled, oblivious to the otter's unenjoyment of it all. "Not much left now." Little did the raccoon know that he was referring both to the butchering and how much longer his friend had to live. Although unlike Jamie, he was fully aware that with the settings at their maximum that either or both of them could fail to make it through alive.
The first arm had been reduced to nothing but a nub at the shoulder, and already the second was half gone. Each of the inch thick otter steaks being quickly added to a large growing pile.
"Cool! What's left?" Saki piped up as soon as the second arm had also been reduced to a twitching nub.
"Just the ribs an' a couple choice organs." The butcher again hefted the even further reduced Jamie and carried him back to the original table. Another new knife made an appearance, and with it he repeated the same incisions on Jamie's chest and stomach that he had made while skinning. Only this time he cut deeper, through the muscle tissue and into the body cavity.
Pushed outward by the organs contained within, the stomach incisions opened on their own, a few coils of intestines poking out from the breached cavity. Meanwhile the ribs still held fast over the heart and lungs, the tissue only parting just enough to reveal the sternum.
Setting aside the knife he pulled back the flaps of muscle still covering the belly and roughly reached in to scoop out a large handful of coiled intestines, which he dropped into a sink that sat beside the table. Still attached to the rest, the weight of the removed mass dragged the remainder with it. Coils of guts seemed to flow out and into the sink until they jerked to stop by the two ends still connected to their owner. With a flick of the knife he severed the two ends which quickly fell into the sink with a wet plop.
Jamie snapped back to alertness once more by the strange feeling of his guts pouring out of his body. Even half out of it as he was, the sensations somehow managed to draw a weak scream from his lips. Since his internal organs were now on the menu he knew he didn't have much longer. Thankfully. Soon this would be all over and he could put it behind him. Far behind him. And he silently vowed that he would never go along with Saki on one of his crazy 'surprises' again.
With the bulky mass of intestines out of the way he was able to easily access the handful of organs people would want to eat. Liver, Kidneys, Gall Bladder, each was removed with a well practiced flick of the knife and added to the pile 'for later processing' which was growing around the two still intact legs. Finally he set aside the blade and picked up the last tool he would use on the otter.
The handheld saw was lowered to the exposed sternum. Once it had worked its way through about 3/4's, the ribs suddenly split open with a wet crack, exposing Jamie's heart and lungs. Both just twitched feebly, their owner getting ever nearer to passing away, but neither were the goal. The meat covered ribs themselves were what he sought. The butcher forced the ribs further open with another crack, and then rather than flip the remains of the otter over yet again to cut them away from the spine, he simply reached inside and pushed the heart and lungs out of the way. The saw was lowered into the cavity, with no caution over accidentally slicing the most vital organs. With two quick cuts the ribs fell away as two juicy slabs destined for a grill somewhere.
"That's all I need outta him." The Shepherd stepped over to the sink, washing the worst of the blood from his hands. "He'll pass 'way soon, or if ya' want ta' end his suffering, can finish 'im off now."
Jamie's eyes were glassy, but he could still just manage to make out the form of his 'friend' standing beside what remained of him. Weak as he was, his mouth still moved, silently forming the word 'why' over and over. Somewhere along the line he'd even forgotten the hope that he'd wake from this, with it left behind as just a bad memory. Deep down he knew that he was really about to die.
With just a small sense of guilt Saki nodded. No sense putting his friend through any more. "Let's end him now." A small amount of his previous exuberance had drained out of his voice. "Can I do it?"
The butcher just nodded and handed him a strange looking gun which was attached to the ceiling by a long thin hose. Saki turned it over examining it, "What is this?"
"A bolt gun. It's what they use ta' dispatch cattle. Just stick it ta' his head an' pull tha trigger."
He fumbled slightly raising the odd gun to his friend's head, not quite sure exactly what would happen when he pulled the trigger. "See you soon bud. Hope you had fun." In truth Saki was well aware that either or both of them could fail to survive this, and he would not be sure of Jamie's fate until he himself awoke - assuming he did.
A loud hydraulic thwack sounded when he depressed the trigger. Jamie's head jerked and his eyes rolled back in his head. The gun had fired a high velocity steel bolt. In an instant its impact shattered the otter's skull and plunged deep into the center of his brain, liquefying the soft tissue in its wake. The action occurred so swiftly that Jamie was dead before the pain of the strike could even be processed.
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Rein slumped in his seat, his heart going out to the poor otter, when the monitors displaying his life signs all shifted to a series of flat lines. Maximum setting had been too much for the brain to handle, and the technology had just proven its origins as a capital punishment system. "You happy now? He's dead."
"Happy? Not especially, but the risk was known. Saki is up now, we'll see if maximum is always a recipe for death..."
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Saki stood staring at the minuscule remains of his deceased friend for a short time. A single tear rolled down his cheek from the passing of this friend. Sure it's possible he'd survived and was even now waking up in SNF-Tech's facilities, but from his perspective it was hard to see it as anything but having just dispatched his friend. His friend, which he had been the one to just put through all this. Still though, he couldn't help but think about everything Jamie had just gone through and wonder what it would be like to experience that all himself. He may just have to go that route the next time he came back...
"Oh. So sad." The Shepherd snapped Saki out of his thoughts by slamming a hand down on the table besides him.
His thin de-furred tail flicked and wagged eagerly once more. "My turn?"
"Not so fast." As interactive and life-like as the computer controlled character was, he did still have certain base actions pre-programmed. There was still one more thing that Saki had wanted before being ground up and turned into Saki-Sausage.
Saki couldn't help but gulp seeing the large tent growing in the front of the butcher's apron. A dead give away of what he was intending to do.
"You're not gonna run tha' way he would 'ave. So I can 'ave some fun with ya' first." A large grin spread across his face as he untied the apron and let it drop to the floor.
"What are you going to do?" Saki had asked for a bit of sex before the end, but he'd left the details up to Rein. He had no idea what the butcher would put him through, but now he suddenly feared how violent the large man looming over him would be. He didn't want the sex to end up killing him before he could experience his fate in the meat grinder.
"What do ya' say we let you say one last farewell ta' otterboy?" By now he had Saki backed up against the table which held Jamie's scant remains. Reaching over the short raccoon's shoulder he lifted a large cleaver and with a single mighty swing separated the head from what little else remained. When his hand moved back into Saki's view it held the gruesome severed visage. "Ya' seem upset. How 'bout you show 'im ya're sorry."
He tried to look away, this wasn't doing anything to help the guilt he felt rising in him for putting his friend through all this unaware. "Wait. What. N..." His protest was cut off by Jamie's lips being shoved against his own. Despite everything he had just intently watch happen, he clenched his eyes shut, suddenly no longer able to look his friend in the face. He didn't want this.
The two of them had been no strangers to pleasure, but this was different. He'd seen the betrayal in Jamie's eyes. An eye cracked open, and there were those eyes. Mere inches away, staring back at him lifelessly. A gaping hole sat above them, giving a small glimpse into the skull, bits of brains oozing out from around the edges. Again the eye snapped shut, another tear leaking from it.
"Awww. So eager ta' watch 'im die, but now so sad." He pushed the head harder against Saki's lips. "C'mon giv'im some tongue."
Eyes still clenched, Saki tried to pull away, but his back was pinned against the edge of the table. There was nowhere for him to go.
"Whats'a matter? To cold for ya' already?" Through this all the Shepherd's cock had slipped for his sheath and stood proud. "Fine. I got som'thin' should be warm 'nough for ya'". Keeping it still pressed against Saki's face, he held the head with one hand, while the other guided his cock towards the throat hole of its severed neck. It was a tight fit which stretched the hole wider than it anything ever had before, but how was the otter going to mount any complaint?
Both of Saki's eyes snapped open when he felt Jamie's jaw begin to open. That shouldn't be happening. The thick chunk of dog flesh pried them open from the inside, and before he could think to question what was doing it, the tip pressed against his own lips. It parted them with as much ease as it had Jamie's slack jaw and entered Saki's mouth. He couldn't believe it. Here he was, the tip of a dog cock coming out of the mouth of the decapitated head of his friend and pushing its way into his.
Salty pre dripped out onto his tongue, and before he knew it his sex drive was beginning to ignore the grotesque head in the middle. He wanted more of the dog dick, and soon he found his tongue starting to work its way past his lips to run along the sides of the offered shaft. In the process it was slipping into the otter mouth, bumping against his teeth and cold slack tongue.
"Ahh. That's more like it." He'd succeeded in opening Saki up, but it wasn't the raccoon's mouth he wanted to make use of. He had other plans. As quickly as he'd inserted his dick into the neck he pulled it free.
Saki's eyes went wide. When the dick had disappeared he'd been left pressed up once more solely to Jamie's remains, their tongues entwined together. It was only then that it dawned on him what the cock had just made him do. Again he tried to pull back, but Shepherd still held the head firmly in place.
"Done so soon? Fine..." From the Shepherd's view point it was clear that Saki's tongue hadn't been the only thing woken by the taste of his cock. The raccoon's own dog-like knotted cock stood proud and hard between his legs. "No more kissing, but I need you ta' hold this."
Mercifully, the head gruesome head was finally removed from his lips, but instead of it being set aside, the butcher had another use for it in mind. He aimed the gaping mouth straight at Saki's dick, and shoved it on. His length slide over the cold tongue and down the back of Jamie's former throat. The sensation sent a shudder up his spine, but the butcher wasn't done there. He snapped the otter's jaws shut, locking its teeth and lips behind Saki's already growing knot; his friend's teeth nipping into the sensitive flesh.
"Don' drop him now." The Shepherd chuckled once before his voice dropped to a menacing growl. "Now turn 'round, I want some 'coon tail!" It wasn't a request, and he didn't wait to give Saki any time to comply. As easily as he'd repeatedly flipped the otter during the butchering he spun the raccoon 180.
On his last visit to SNF-Tech Saki had a feral horse fuck him to death. So, he was no stranger to the feeling of a large penetration. The large package this Shepherd was packing wasn't a whole lot smaller than that horse had been. "No! Wait!" He started to protest. He didn't want to die the same way again. He wanted to feel the cold metal teeth of the meat grinder.
His protest fell on deaf ears. The Shepherd wanted to feel that ass, and feel it he shall. He may leave the 'coon a bit broken and bruised, but he'd still survive to meet the meat-maker. Without any preparation or waiting for Saki to consent he lined his dick up with the tailhole and plunged forward.
All Saki could do was scream. With the strength of its owner behind it, the large cock easily pierced through any resistance that could even attempt to be mounted against its advance. It surged inward, spreading and even tearing flesh in its path. Not quite what he had felt with the larger horse, but the suddenness and pain were not what he had wanted or hoped for today. "No, no take it out!" He managed to wail. "Just grind me up!"
The butcher growled in annoyance. He enjoyed a good screaming protest while slicing up a fur, but not while fucking one. He had to shut the raccoon up, and he knew a good way to do it, one that would satisfy a craving he'd seen in the 'coon's eyes early as well. Supporting himself with 1 hand he reached out to grasp one of the earlier used discarded knives.
From his position bent over the edge of the butcher's table, not only did Saki have an up-close view of Jamie's remains, but he was easily able to see his tormenter picking up the blade. For a frightening moment he feared that it would be used on him, but he breathed a small sigh of relief when it was moved into the direction of the grisly remains.
Jamie's cock and balls had been left fully intact during the butchering process, even during the skinning they hadn't been touched. Until now that is. The blade sliced into the flesh around the package, cutting it free from its former owner. Unsupported it fell to the table in front of Saki.
Saki was intimately familiar with the package that now sat inches from his face, but detached they suddenly lost the appeal they once had and appeared to be little more than just another lump of former otter flesh. "Wha..." He tried to ask past the pain in his ass, only to have his mouth filled by the disembodied cock and balls.
"Saw ya' eyeing his flesh for a taste before. Now ya' got it and it'll keep ya' quiet." The butcher clamped Saki's mouth shut around the package preventing him from attempting to spit it out. As he did so he once more began to drive his pillar of a cock forward.
In it went, unobstructed by anything, until Saki could feel the unswollen knot pushing against his overly stretched rim. It wasn't as bad as the stallion had been, he couldn't feel the cock ripping through organs and rearranging his innards, but it was undoubtedly stretching his intestines beyond their limits. He was certain that he must already be bleeding from the assault.
Streaks of blood did indeed coat the butcher's cock as he withdrew it from the destroyed hole, only to roughly drive in again. His hips pounded mercilessly into the raccoon, taking the ass for all it was worth. Muffled whimpers and moans were forced from Saki with each thrust, his pudgy stomach bulged slightly with the monstrous shaft.
The still only partially formed knot battered mercilessly against the bleeding hole, seeking entry, and entry was what it would receive. He growled and grit his teeth, thrusting his hips harder and eliciting a higher pitched whine from the receiver below him. With each thrust his growing knot pushed its way deeper. If it didn't make its way inside soon, it would have no chance of doing so.
Tears flowed down Saki's face, matting his fur, and he gagged around the cock sheath lodged in his mouth. His hole burned each time the knot pressed against it fighting for entry. If this were real he doubted that he'd ever walk normal again. Unswollen the knot was already wider than the stallion had been. He didn't want to think about how wide it would be once fully engorged, but it was clear he would soon find out. His tormentor seemed set on making that tie.
Then it happened. With a mighty thrust the growing bulb managed to force its way through the torn ring of muscle. Saki could actually feel his hips widening as it pushed its way past his pelvic bone. Already, unswollen, it was wider than the his skeletal anatomy could allow. His head thrashed back and forth at the thought of how large it would be and what it would do to his insides.
Just because his knot had breached the hole, the Shepherd's hips did not stop. The same mighty thrust that had succeeded in embedding the knot quickly yanked it free again. Several more thrusts further battered and stretched the ring, humping the ever enlarging knot in and out. However, instead of each thrust becoming easier thanks to a further destroyed hole; each time the fleshy bulb passed through the pelvic opening it grew more difficult to pass. Only once he feared that the next thrust would not be able to pass that barrier did he leave the knot inside to grow.
Grow it did. In mere moments Saki could feel the knot swell well beyond the width of his pelvic opening, ensuring that it would be going nowhere any time soon. It ballooned out wider than even the stallion's flare had, tearing his already stretched and bleeding rectum beyond repair. It was agony, and yet the Shepherd continued to hump at his ass.
With each thrust in his belly bulged, and with each jerk back the knot yanked painfully at his pelvis. It felt as if at any moment his hips might just be ripped clear of the base of his spine, taking his legs right along with them. He wanted to scream, 'No. Stop. Just grind me up.' but still his mouth was held clamped shut around Jamie's disembodied package.
Just when he felt sure that he would pass out from the pain, the butcher thrust forward one finally time. The force of the thrust lifted Saki's feet off the ground, leaving him supported only by the table he was leaning over and by the monster wedged inside his ass. With a deep growl the butcher released his grip on Saki's mouth and grabbed a hold of the table with both hands. Only then did the cum start.
The massive knot prevented any possibility of the cum's escape backwards, so it had no choice but to find a way deeper. Saki's chubby stomach swelled even more as the thick fluid filled and stretched bits of his plumbing which were not already stretched by the cock. The stallion had cum buckets, but at least it had been quick. The butcher's orgasm stretched on for minutes, slowly filling him further and further. The only upside was that the slow filling meant that the cum could work its way deeper with each squirt, rather than quickly ballooning and rupturing him the way the stallion had.
As the butcher came and came he did not continue to hold Saki's mouth shut, and the cock and ball gag was able to fall free. First just the 2 balls dropped from their open sack and rolled out to rest on the table beneath his nose. The sheath and its contents were slower to make their exit. Its fur having stuck to his tongue with a thick coating of saliva. But finally, pushed by sobs of pain it too dropped from.
With his mouth clear he managed to wail out the protest that had remained muffled before. "Oh god. Why did you do that!?"
For a second the computer controlled character didn't respond. Just as it had some pre-programmed actions, it had a few pre-programmed responses regarding those actions. "Ya' wanted ta' get fucked first. 'sides, 'ya were was ta' excited. Meat ain't supposed ta' like it. Had ta' take ya' down a peg." He leaned his head over to leer in Saki's face. "Now, ya' ready ta' be sausage?"
"But... your knot." Saki coughed and grunted in pain, feeling the massive lump wedged inside him. "Won't we have to wait?"
"Not a problem." He laughed and grabbed a hold of Saki's hips.
"What do you..." A horrifying thought crystallized in Saki's head when he felt the Shepherd's muscles tighten. He couldn't possibly be thinking of... "FUUUUUUUCK!"
In a single massive jerk he yanked his hips back. The bulbous knot caught on the insides of Saki's pelvis for a moment, before the force of the pull - and the clenching hands on his hips - meant that the two things would keep going in opposite directions. In an instant Saki's pelvis shattered, and the engorged knot was ripped free from his already destroyed hole.
No longer supported by the cock in his ass, and no longer having an intact pelvic bone, Saki crumbled to the floor. A screaming, crying heap, but he wasn't left there. A shadow bent down, and the butcher's hand closed around his neck, heaving his broken body from the floor.
Without a word, he was carried towards the grinder he'd eyed so eagerly earlier. Then it had been an exciting fantasy. Now, with his internal bleeding and shattered pelvis, it loomed up as merely the tool which would bring about his death. All romance had bleed out of the idea. Still though, it was what he'd come here for and finally he would get to experience it.
An odd hook-like clamp hung from the ceiling above the business end of the machine. Saki was attached to this clamp by his neck and hoisted up to hang over the machine. His legs dangled, limp and numb from his shattered hips. Below him a pair of sinister teeth covered wheel sat motionless, waiting to spin to life and consume their 'meal'.
With the flip of a switch on the wall, the butcher kicked the machine to life. The two grinding wheels spun into action, picking up speed as Saki's hook slowly began lowering the meat towards the machine. With things in motion, the butcher did not stand around to watch. He stepped away to prepare another piece of the impending sausage. A sausage needed a casing after all, and a perfect one sat waiting in the nearby sink.
Saki's dangling toes and feet met the spinning teeth first. In a misty red spray they were tugged downward into the wheels and their flesh and bones were reduced in seconds to a gooey pulp. The sudden and outright destruction of his lowest extremities should have been excruciating to the raccoon, but with the trauma of his shattered pelvis little feeling remained below the waist. For the moment the lose of his feet felt little different than as if a large weight had just been placed upon them.
Now that its teeth had bitten into the flesh, the machine wanted more. It yanked at the legs which had been connected to the feet it had already consumed. The hook still lowered the meat, but the teeth wanted it faster. Stuck in between, Saki was stretched. With frightening speed his legs disappeared between the wheels. Not a slow piecemeal biting like an animal chewing its prey, but a steady ever present destruction. As one bit of flesh disappear that above instantly took its place in the machine, marching ever up towards parts of Saki which still held full feeling. All Saki could do was hang there and watch.
The butcher returned just as the last of Saki's thighs were disappearing into the depths of the machine. In his arms he carried the coiled slimy mass of Jamie's intestines. Squeaky clean, both inside and out, ready to become the casing for Saki's ground flesh. On top of the pile rested Jamie's severed head; Saki hadn't even noticed that it fallen off his cock at some point during the brutal fucking. Now, there it sat, ready to be used again in some manner by the sick butcher.
Saki's hanging sack and balls were the first bit of full-feeling flesh to meet the machine. A single tooth snagged the pouch yanking it down into the wheels. Two pops sounded as his balls burst between the steel, and at the some moment he let out his first scream since the journey had begun. There was little time to dwell on the pain of his violent castration before his rump and shattered hips too passed into the spinning instrument of destruction.
Things actually slowed down at this point. While there was more meat for the teeth to grab and pull, there was also more for it to dismantle into a pulp. The whirring motors bogged down as the wheel set to work grinding the thicker base of Saki's ass, and once more it became the slow descent of the hook which moved things forward rather than the biting pull of the teeth.
Ignoring Saki's cries of pain, the butcher set to work of attaching one end of the intestines to a spigot at the base of the machine. Already the hopper beneath the grinder teeth was starting to reach full from the 'coon's leg meat alone. As soon as the flesh tube was in place he flicked a switch and the meat/bone pulp began to flow. His practiced and skilled hands massaged it through the length of the intestines, filling the back half first.
Once Saki's pelvis had been reduced to mush the struggling motors once more kicked into high gear. Now that the large bone was out of the way the only thing that stood in their way was his spine and soft squishy organs. And those organs were easy pickings. Without out the support of the pelvic floor his abdominal cavity opened, and his organs spilled out. Half pulled by gravity, half yanked by the spinning teeth, they fed themselves into the machine faster than the hook fed the rest of Saki.
In seconds his abdominal cavity was empty, and with an audible wet snap the machine ripped his stomach free, pulling it down to the waiting destruction. When that happened Saki coughed and sputtered, blood spraying from his mouth. It was excruciating, but at the same time interesting, he couldn't help but wonder as his guts spilled out if the feeling was similar to what Jamie had experienced when his were spilled and cut free.
Not only were Saki's empty stomach and spine now being devoured, but his arms had joined the mix too. Had he had the strength to he could have held them up to protect them, but as pained as he was they hung limply at his sides, disappearing into a bloody pulp right along side his chubby belly.
He took his last breath just before his chest met the gears. As soon as it did his ribs broke and collapsed, crushing in on his lungs and heart, forcing the breath from his body and the last of his blood into his brain. In the real world he would have been dead long ago, but here he got to feel the sensations of his lungs then heart being crushed, ground, and finally ripped from his body.
When only his shoulders and head remained, the clamp which held him snapped free. The grinding wheels would take the rest from here. Down and down he continued to go, his flesh and bones being reduced to a gooey paste which in turn was squeezed into his late friend's intestines. Just when he was left as only a head and thought it was about to end, his 'processor' had one last parting 'gift' to give him. Something which further tied together that unholy union of the two friends, and little did he realize it at the moment, would haunt his memories.
As the teeth chewed away his neck and bit at the base of his skull, Jamie's disembodied was dropped into the teeth in front of him. Together the two heads sank into the machine. One lifeless, the only still conscious. Nose to nose, Jamie's face was all that he could see as an unbearable pressure grew in his skull.
Just before everything went dark. The last thing Saki heard was a loud cracking pop, and the last thing he saw was Jamie - his already broken and fractured skull imploding and caving in upon itself.
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Darkness had enveloped him completely. No sight. No sound. No thought. Slowly, distant mumbled voices started to trickle into the edges of his mind. Thoughts began to form again. This was different from the last time... Last time he remembered just waking straight back up... He didn't know how long had passed, and as sensations returned he swore he must still be in the simulation. His body felt like it was on fire.
"Saki?"
What?
"Saki? Can you hear me?"
The distant voices finally crystallized, and slowly his eyes opened. Two faces hovered over him. At first he thought they were the butcher and Jamie, but gradually he came to recognize them as Rein and Jared... he was awake afterall. So why did he feel like he was still in the grinder?
"Easy. Don't try to move yet. You've been out for 2 hours."
What? 2 hours?
"We thought we'd lost you, but you made it."
Made it? Things slowly came back to him. Maximum setting. The possibility of actually dying. Jamie!
"Ja... ja..me?" He struggled to form the word.
Rein's face went slack at the question and slowly he shook his head. "He didn't make it..."
What have I done? Saki's head lulled to the side, and there, a few feet away, he could see Jamie's body still lying on the padded exam table, where he'd last seen him. No, he'd last seen him as an exploding head right in front of him.
"Your vitals are stable, but just rest for now, that had to have been rough." Rein looked sympathetic, no doubt recalling his own painful memories he carried from his run through the simulator at near full power.
Mentally exhausted, Saki couldn't help but drift off to sleep. As he slept images of Jamie streamed through his thoughts. Everything he'd put his friend through inside the simulation, but most of all his body lying on the table, unmoving. Was he really dead? Behind all that the memories of his own 'death' played over and over. Why did I make it?
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When Saki woke again he found himself not in the 'procedure room', but instead lying comfortably in a bed in one of the small recovery rooms which branched off the small front office. He sat up to find Rein seated in a chair beside the bed.
"Hey there. How you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess..." The answer was more reflex than anything. Saki could still feel the metal teeth digging into his flesh. Not as strongly or as painfully as before. More like the tingle of a sleeping foot, but none-the-less it was still there and unmistakable. One question still filled his mind. "Is Jamie really...?" He couldn't ask the last word.
Rein's face answered even before his words did. "Yes. I'm sorry. We tried to revive him, but..."
"Why didn't I...?"
"Don't know. We've never run it that high before. Maybe because you've been through it before. Or maybe just luck." Rein moved from the chair to sit on the bed besides his fellow raccoon. "You sure you're ok?" He touched his stomach and chest then did the same to Saki. "I went through at nearly as high a setting... I can still feel it sometimes too."
"Yeah..." Saki still wasn't sure about that answer himself. "I... I think I just want to go home." He winced when he stood, the memory of his shattered pelvis manifesting itself in the real world.
Rein walked with Saki through the office and saw him to the door. He couldn't help but notice a slight limp in the raccoon's step, a limp which hadn't been there the last time he'd walked through these halls. "If you need to talk. I'm here..."","pools_count":2,"title":"Saki Visits SNF-Tech (Commission)","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/plain","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"},{"content_tag_id":"5","name":"Strong Violence","description":"Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"2","views":"483","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}