The New Product (Warning: Snuff, Gore, etc)
A short story based on an RP I did with Roger over on FA. Had some issues uploading it here, but finally got it through. Hope you enjoy!
A young slave is chosen to help his owner present a new type of slave collar to a large company, much to the rabbit's misfortune...
Gregory, the sharply dressed bengal tiger, adjusts his bow tie in the mirror, then beckons for one of his slaves, a young rabbit boy, to join him. The young slave points worriedly to himself, glancing around at the other slaves nearby, as his owner gives him a confirmatory nod. His ears droop as he walks over to his master, following him silently out to the car.
A short time later, Gregory takes a deep breath as he stands in front of the conference room door, knowing that he may make or break the biggest contract he's ever sought in the next few minutes.
The cat swings through the doors and takes command of the group, the high powered executives all ears for him. He stands his nude slave against the wall for now; unimportant and out if the way, like a briefcase, while he begins his speech about the history of his company, the quality of his product.. And the brutal efficiency of it's killing blade.
Standing against the wall, the rabbit trembles fearfully at the mention of the blade, wringing his hands in front of him as he glances around the room, looking for some possible way for him to escape, or even survive, what is to come...
Finally, after a few rounds of applause, Gregory calls the rabbit up to stand beside him, one of the deadly collars he spoke of, open in his hands. "My slave here will be happy to demonstrate... Come here, boy."
Lip quivering, the slave boy opens his mouth as though to say something, but simply shuts it, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he steps forward, looking up at his master in a silent plea for mercy.
The master gives him a piecing look. The kind of look that demands that the rabbit behaves, submits, and dies without fuss or complaint, lest a far worse punishment befall him. Gregory walks over to the young slave and turns him towards the staring audience, all of their eyes locked on target. He slips the collar carefully around the rabbit's neck, then clips it neatly in place. "Once they're on, they can't be removed, except by diamond saw." Hardness data shows up on the screen behind him. "No welding required... No heavy pad locks... Just the internal mechanisms and a code issued with each model." He states, opening the cover for the small keypad before closing it again.
The rabbit folds his hands in front of him now, his eyes closed as he starts to cry, quietly awaiting the inevitable.
The master ignores the rabbit's whimpering, proceeding to demonstrate the remote and it's functions. GPS. Voice and video recording. Electric shock warning system... Which he then pulses a few times for the entertainment of the hungry suited cats, making the rabbit squeal and yelp with each pulse, the boy nearly toppling over each time, before Gregory hands the remote over to one of the executives. "Feel free to experiment with the different "Punishments"."
The first button pressed causes the collar to tighten around the rabbit's throat, shutting off his air supply and making the slave drop to his knees and grasp futilely at the device, until a second button press makes it relent, leaving him gasping for breath as the executives continue to pass the remote around.
A scolding noise from his master sends the rabbit scrabbling back to his feet as the executives hand the remote back to Gregory.
Satisfied with that portion of the demonstration, Gregory rests his paw on his slave's back. "Go on over. Stand in front of them bunny, so they can see you die."
The rabbit gulps, then shakily walks over to the well dressed felines, his paws still folded in front of him as he trembles in place.
Gregory nods, watching. He licks his lips. The cats will most likely be as hungry as he is, and just as eager to dig into the rabbit. "Lift your head up, bunny."
The bunny does as he is told, holding his head up high to better show off the collar wrapped around his neck, his eyes screwed shut while his entire body trembles.
SnnACKT! With the push of a button, the collar does it's work, and a splash of red blood stains the rabbit's white fur, blood running down from the collar as it neatly severs the nervous young bunny's head. "No range limitation. Death is instant, clean, and humane."
The slave flinches and glances downwards in shock, then attempts to say something, but finds himself incapable of doing so as his body topples forwards, his hands going limp and exposing the erection he had been concealing, while his head separates from his neck, landing on and rolling across the table towards the seated felines.
Gregory steps forward and picks up the head by it's long ears and holds it up, to resounding applause and murmurs of approval. "Now, let's talk about the price... After dinner."
Gregory reaches down, lifting the bunny's body up and flopping it down on the table on it's back, before the lot of them remove their suit jackets, seating themselves around the dead slave.
Gregory kickstarts the "feast" by sinking his claws into the rabbit's stomach and tearing it open, thrusting his hand in and pulling out his still beating heart, before biting into it. A lioness chooses to go for the rabbit's plump, fuzzy, sack, tearing it from his corpse with her claws to get at the pair of pearls inside, which she quickly pops into her mouth and devours. Another tiger decided to go after the boy's arm, wrenching and tearing it from the socket before biting into it, tearing away a large bloody chunk and swallowing it.
The felines continued their feast with gusto, tearing away at the poor bunny's body until all that was left was bones, some viscera, and his lifeless head, dulled eyes still staring at the gorey mess that, mere minutes before, had been his young body. Having finished with him, the executives called in a janitor, who cleared up the mess they had made on the table, dumping it down a nearby garbage disposal chute leading to the furnace many floors below.
The unlucky bunny's life had come to an abrupt, painful, and undignified end, all in the name of selling his owner's invention. At least his owner was happy about this.
END