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Tokka slowly opened his eyes and felt a full-body shudder run through him. The whole room looked like it was shifting before his eyes, and he felt a soreness between his legs. Bleary-eyed, the otter slowly twisted his head to peer through the darkness, and as he continued to wake up, he could smell the musk of another man's rutting. He cringed, and the ache between his thighs intensified. A faint snort made Tokka jump and his world focused all at once, realizing he was not at home at all.

Looming over him was a boar, his sharp tusks were near the otter's face as he lurched forward at a steady pace. Tokka's mind churned before he realized just why he was aching between his legs. A sharp bark escaped his throat as he punched the boar in the snout, earning him a loud snort before the larger male glared down at him.

The boar's hand wrapped tight around Tokka throat, as a dribble of blood oozed from one nostril, the and the boar's face furrowed as he felt the warmth drip down before it landed on Tokka' chest. "Shoulda kept you tied up, you little freak," his voice was hoarse and breathy, while he kept his hips up against the otter's. His coarse pubic fur ground up against Tokka's groin before he yanked his hips back again.

The otter's breath caught in his throat as he got his first look at the male's dick - slimy and coated with their combined fluids - and let out a breathless scream as it dove back into his soft tunnel. Tokka's maw clamped shut as the porcine cock forced back into his hole, and stretched him uncomfortably while his legs kicked uselessly beside the boar.

"Heh. You're nice n tight when you wiggle like that," the boar snorted deeply, before he leaned in and grabbed the cuntboy by the jaw, "yer gonna look real pretty tonight." He thrust in again, as Tokka kicked and tried to shout for help, his desperate cries only served further excite the boar.

Tokka tried to ignore the man fucking him, tried to block out the incessant pounding of their hips as they connected, but as the otter turned his gaze away from his aggressor, he spotted something that gleamed in the low light of the room. His heart leapt into his throat when he noticed the little dot of light was bouncing off of the notched blade of a rusted, overused cleaver.

"Ya looking for something, meat?" The boar's words caught Tokka off guard, and the next thrust into his pussy made him hiss in a mix of arousal and frustration as his body steadily became more receptive to the larger male's abuse. His soft pussy clamped around the fat cock that ground into his inner walls, and the otter let out a short whine. The way the boar's dick pulsed within him started to make the otter feel sick, and he chuffed when he felt him slowly pull back out of his sloppy tunnel again.

Tokka's eyes narrowed when he saw the boar glance toward the cleaver on the nearby table, and he let out an ugly snort, "Ah, ya lookin' at Jessi," he leaned in closer, and his tusks formed a frame around the otter's head, guiding his focus up towards his rapist. Another snort, a blast of hot air that washed over Tokka's face and made him wince, and the boar muttered, "She's gotta habit of meetin' folk I bring home..." The boar's drawl made the otter sneer in response, and he flicked his thick rudder-tail to feel out the bed around him.

"So. What. Do all psychopaths get that knife for free or something?" Tokka glowered at the boar above him, whose eyes narrowed before he wrapped one of his hands around the cuntboy's throat. Thick digits squeezed tight and the otter ground his teeth as he struggled, his hands scrabbled at the boar's wrist as he tried desperately to yank the bigger male off of his neck. Even as the boar growled down at him, the otter squirmed like a fish out of water despite his lung capacity and dug his claws into the boar's skin to leave a short, bloody wound.

The slapping sounds that came from between their legs grew louder as the boar's body tightened above Tokka. His hefty belly weighed upon the otter's gut, pinning him to the stained mattress below them both. With a disgusting snort, the boar groaned out as his balls slapped up against Tokka's inner thighs once more before he let out a low grumble to himself in pleasure, the boar's nuts bounced before he started to fire his sticky seed into the otter's exposed tunnel. Tokka's back arched as he felt the heat of the boar's seed splash up into his body, and he squirmed about more.

The heat that flooded his tunnel made Tokka want to wretch, but with the hand around his throat, all he could do was open his mouth in silent protest. He kicked with his legs again, which caused the gooey seed to drip further into his body, staining his inner walls with unwanted warmth. The defiled cuntboy hissed out part of what little breath he had left in him, and he arched his back to push, uselessly, against the boar's body. He heard the porcine snort again before his weight shifted to the otter's side, which caused his slick dick to churn within him.

The sound of the cleaver's edge scraping across the wood grabbed the otter's attention and his heart sped up. A gleam of light was all the otter saw when the blade came down, and he let loose a bloodcurdling scream. His eyes wrenched shut and tears streamed down his cheeks as he felt the blade lodge itself into his shoulder, cutting him to his bone. Blood drooled out of the wound, and splattered against his cheek as he writhed around in pain.

Tokka shrieked as the boar tugged the cleaver out of his shoulder, and smacked the blade into bone again. Shocks of pain rushed through the otter's body as he heard the bones of his shoulder split with the second heave of the weapon. One last time, the blade came up, and he felt the blade chop through skin and bone alike, a surge of blood splitting onto the mattress as his arm was severed from his body. The otter laid there, glassy eyed as he realized he couldn't move his left arm, and a horrible warmth drooled over his fur as his blood seeped out.

The boar snorted with amusement before he yanked his dick out from the freshly amputated otter, and watched as he oozed blood and his semen alike. His fat tongue drooped from his mouth as he licked up the blood from his rusty blade before he grumbled out, "I thought you'd put up more of a fight, considering how much talk you had in you..." He leaned in, his sour breath rolled across Tokka's face, the stench getting him to pull out of his daze. Panic set in at that moment, as he watched the boar swing the blade down once again.

Tokka acted on instinct, and quickly writhed despite the pain from his missing arm. He twisted and swung his legs, before his knee caught the boar in his groin. The boar howled in pain and moved off of the otter, giving the one-armed cuntboy his chance at freedom as he threw himself off the bed and landed on his face with a pained whine.

The otter felt his left side go numb and cold as shock settled in, his eyes wide and cheeks dripped with tears as he slammed through the door of the bathroom. He let out a squeal of pain as his stub ground against the wall as he sped down the hall, his heart in his throat as he heard the boar shout and give chase.

Tokka's eyes focused ahead of him, and he sped down the stairs, as fast as his wobbly legs could take him. He grunted as he tripped on the last step, falling face first, and his body crumpled as he trembled in pain. His little ears perked, the boar's heavy stomping filling the air with a quick rhythm as he appeared at the top of the stairs, then pointed his cleaver menacingly at the otter. "Get back here, meat! I'm not finished with that tender body o' yours!" He snorted heavily, then stomped down, step by step.

With his claws scratching at the old wooden boards below him, Tokka scrambled back to his feet, his balance skewed once again by his missing arm. The stump left at his shoulder twitched with pain, and he let out a sharp cry as he struggled to escape the boar. He ran, blindly, down another hall and gasped for air. His eyes were becoming unfocused, and the heavy stomping of the boar's feet against the wooden floor only served to further terrify the otter. He found a metal door, and forced himself past it, closing the door with a tremble of fear.

He stepped back slowly from the thick, metal door, and breathed out slowly. A cloud escaped, floating slowly into the air before the otter realized that he had found himself in a walk-in freezer. He wrapped his arm around his middle, and the earlier, sloppy fucking had made the otter's inner thighs freeze even worse than the rest of him. He tugged his thick rudder between his legs as he tried to keep himself warm, and he stepped further away from the door, in the hopes that the boar wouldn't hear him.

Tokka froze as his fur brushed up against something that made him jump in place. He grabbed his mouth to keep himself quiet, then turned to move behind the object to hide. As he held tight on the sides, his eyes wandered up, until his eyes widened in fear once more. Hanging from a meathook above him was a limbless feline, fur grey and patchy, like they had been rotting before they were put here. As the initial shock wore off, Tokka realized that if the boar has his way, he'd be in this feline's place.

A massive slam brought Tokka back to the present, and he realized his mistake. The hanging slab of ex-feline was legless; and while he wasn't completely exposed, he knew he'd be easily found. He heard each step as the boar drew closer to him, his breath caught in his throat as the psychopath snorted. The otter's mind raced, his thick rudder trailed across the floor before the boar let out a heavy grunt.

The boar slammed his cleaver into the side of the carcass before Tokka, and the otter shouted out in fear, before he quickly crouched down and poured everything he had into scurrying out of the walk-in freezer. He slipped around the side of the feline's body, as the boar twisted his head and watched as the mustelid scramble for the door, growling out under his breath and tugged his cleaver from the feline. He turned and yelled after the otter, "Ya better slow down, meat; ya won't be so tender if ya keep this up!" The boar bellowed out a laugh.

The psycho stomped out of the freezer in time to watch as Tokka scurried down another hall. The hefty male charged forward and turned just as the otter was scrabbling at the door-knob. With a quick motion of his arm, the boar threw his rusted cleaver at the otter. As the blade cartwheeled towards the air, the blood that clung to the metal splattered off off it, painting a macabre circle that splashed onto Tokka's fur, alarming the otter further as he desperately tugged and shoved at the door.

The boar's aim was spot on, as the blade sunk itself vertically into the otter's spine. The otter screamed out in pain again as his spinal cord was severed, and he dropped to his knees, and convulsed with the pain. Blood squirt from the fresh wound, and Tokka saw stars, his vision fading at the edges as he fought to stay conscious. He squirmed, and grabbed at the ground, trying to crawl away from the porcine psycho as he stomped closer to his incapacitated victim. He snorted hungrily, and grinned as Tokka's eyes wandered up to his face.

He grabbed Tokka by the throat and yanked him back towards the cooler, the otter realizing instantly what was in store for him. He screamed out, begging for help as the boar smirked, "Don't struggle too much now, it'll only hurt more." He placed his cleaver between his teeth, and lifted the otter up as he tried to struggle, more blood rubbing down his leg from the earlier wound. With a sudden jerk, the otter watched as a metal hook pierced through his body, and sat just under his ribcage to keep him held up painfully by his own bones.

Tokka's eyes stared down at that spike as blood started to stream out of him, the pain caused his eyes to blur, and darken as he grabbed the meathook from the tip. The boar grabbed his cleaver and dragged the blunt side down along the otter's belly. His fat tongue worked across his lips as he watched the cherry red blood drool down to the otter's pussylips. As the mustelid's body twitched, slowly dying, the boar felt his loins stir once again, and he forced his fingers up against Tokka's abused cunt.

"Mmm...You're lucky I feel generous, meat," The boar smirked as he leaned in, his rotten breath washing over the otter's face once more, "I'll plow you again...but first...." he suddenly smacked his cleaver into the otter's thigh, with little response. The shock had completely taken over Tokka's body. He felt cold and nearly numb as the boar repeatedly hacked into his thigh, blood spilling even faster. The otter's heart began to slow as he let out a gurgle of pain, his eyes staring at the boar as he took on a grin of delight in seeing the mutilated cuntboy.

"Fuck...No, I'm not waiting any longer, meat..." he jammed his rusted cleaver into the otter's opposite thigh, and held onto the handle as he let out a low snort. The boar's dick slipped back into Tokka's pussy, and he squeezed weakly around his cock. The psychopath shuddered with bliss as he forced himself past the blood and the old load of seed he had left inside. The boar's thick length pulsed quickly, thanks to the thrill of his hunt.

"Go...go f-fuck yourself..." The otter gurgled as his insides were forced apart by the boar's dick. He slowly pressed himself into the cuntboy as he snorted back at him. He didn't need to respond to the dying otter, instead, he savored the remaining warmth as his dick sunk into the otter's body again. He pulled back, then slipped forward again, letting out a low groan of pleasure as his body trembled in pleasure. The boar's heavy belly warmed Tokka's bloody torso as he fucked the otter's tunnel.

The boar's nuts started to churn and he took the cleaver, using it as a handle to fuck Tokka's body faster. He could feel every inch of that cock, yet he couldn't pull away, a faint gurgle of displeasure escaping him. As every inch of the boar's dick pulsed inside of him, he felt disgusted, clinging onto the last bit of life he had. The boar's blade slammed into his thigh again, hacking and cutting before the telltale snap of bone, and the last of his leg was sawn off.

The psychopath groaned in pleasure as he watched the otter's leg drop to the ground limply, and the otter himself hung there, dismembered, barely clinging to life as the boar snorted into his face one last time. He shoved himself as deep as he could into the otter, grabbing him around the middle as he unloaded a second load of seed into the cuntboy's depths as his life faded away.

The last thing Tokka could see as his brain slowed down to a crawl - just before dying - was the boar; he hacked away at his shoulder, snapping through muscle, sinew and bone to make sure the otter was symmetrical; his corpse hung to freeze alone in the dark once the deed was done.