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Kara stepped onto the uppermost balcony of Club Meat Grinder with a cool expression on her reptilian face, acid colored eyes sweeping the options on offer in the three areas surrounding her. She saw the distant figures of children and adults as they cavorted and coupled, the former eventually falling still as their lives were taken for the enjoyment of both. She heard the Grinder in its central pit far below churning and whirring invitingly, obliterating the flesh of used up cubs that fell down into its merciless blades. She felt the humid warmth of the air, smelled the scents of hot gore and constant sex. Taking it all in, she wore a mask of mild boredom, seemingly unimpressed.

Appearing uninterested, the young girl moved no further into the club, not even approaching the inner edge of the balcony and its tempting views into the deeper levels. Instead of acting as most cubs would and eagerly continuing forward, she stopped and waited with arms crossed, long tufted tail making a circle about her feet as taloned toes tapped impatiently upon the tiles.

The tiny click of sharp claws upon the floor continued to count out the seconds for nearly half a minute, the child impassive as she waited. Then, from a hidden alcove just beside the entrance, a black and white face slowly slid out to peek at the little raptoress, expression somewhat perplexed. The child's lean little body twisted towards the movement, fixing the emerging panda woman with a casually contemptuous glare. Her foot went still, arms unfolding to expose more of her pale-scaled chest.

"You're the help, I presume," the girl said peremptorily. A moment passed as she considered the tour guide, unimpressed by what she saw. Lin had emerged fully from her hiding place, seeming to accept that this was the introduction she was getting. Eventually, the child seemed to reach a decision. "You may assist me, then."

Mildly bemused, Lin smiled, offering out her hand for the raptoress to take.

"I'd be happy to, little one. My name's Lin, and you're right; Helping cubs like you is what I'm here for." Despite the nonplussed look directed at her outstretched paw, Lin kept it extended out until the cub reluctantly took it. Smiling wider, Lin started to slowly walk them around the upper balcony, headed towards the stairs. A hunch told her that was where they'd be heading regardless, but she still had a duty to ask. "Do you think you'll want a tour?"

"No," the lizard girl said, curt. "I know exactly what I want." Despite her firm conviction, she paused for a moment, seeming to have trouble telling her desires to the pleasant panda woman. After a few seconds of expectant waiting, Lin gently prodded her to continue.

"And what would that be, little one? I'm sure I can find it for you. We have every kind of snuff or agony you could want, so don't be afraid it's not here."

Huffing softly at the reassurance, the child turned her gaze away, looking down at the grinder for a moment. Her pace slowed, expression becoming briefly distant as she watched it spin, hypnotized by the circular motions of the serrated blades. For a moment she seemed to relax. Despite her dismissive attitude, it was clear from the way her eyes lingered on the machine that she was here for the same reason as every cub that came. A desire to be broken and used, to end among those spinning sawteeth.

"I want..." She breathed in slowly, seeming to come back to herself. Standing up straight again, she tore her eyes from the grinder and met Lin's gaze. "I want you take me to the most brutal, sadistic adult in this club," she said, face utterly determined. "After that, I will make my desires known to him, and you will be free to go."

"Uh-huh." Lin's grin grew with each sentence out of the lizard's mouth, leading her even more confidently towards the stairs. "I think I can deliver that, certainly... though we'll have to check if he's free." The raptoress nodded in acceptance, becoming a bit more complacent as Lin began to lead her down to the second floor. "Although I should say, you might want be a little more polite when you talk to him... I don't think he'll take it as well if you treat him as stiffly as have me."

"Of course I'd be more respectful." The preteen scowled, as if annoyed Lin would even try to advise her. "The one I want is a predator, a prime killer. Someone to be feared, respected, obeyed. You... you're just prey. And a servant, to boot." Her contempt was nakedly on display, utterly unashamed and unaware of how childishly overserious it all sounded. Lin humored her, smirking in genuine amusement as she humbly replied.

"You're right, of course... I'm as submissive by nature as any cub here. But, as you say, I'm prey... and so are you. Wouldn't that make us equals?"

Lin glanced questioningly down at the cub as the reached the second floor, but the little raptoress only rolled her eyes, exasperated.

"Of course not. I'm a predator by BIRTH." She showed her sharp rows of teeth, one clawed hand pressing proudly to her pale-scaled chest. Her tail lashed self-importantly, flicking towards Lin's soft weak body in a way that seemed to indicate dominance. "No matter what, I would be above the likes of you." She seemed to quiet for a moment as they approached the Dolcett quadrant, poisonous green eyes rapidly scanning nearby adults for the one that might be her final mate. Softer, she continued as she sought out her killer. "But just because I am a predator doesn't mean I wouldn't love to die the death of prey... Nothing could be sweeter or more exciting than to be slaughtered like meat. It only means that I want my partner to be worthy of snuffing me, a predator even greater than myself. Someone who has murdered more cubs than anyone, who knows how to do it in the most agonizing, excruciating way possible..." Her tone had faded from the stiff self-important tone she used on Lin, becoming almost girlishly dreamy as she described her ideal killer. Between her legs, her naked slit shone with wetness on the surrounding scales.

Some of the amusement that Lin had felt at the girl's attitude left her as she saw the raptoress's masochistic feelings laid bare, the scaled little cub warm with lust at the prospect of her own destruction and death. Something glimmered in the panda's eyes, a perverse mixture of affection and sympathy, the desire to help see cub's darkest desires made manifest.

Squeezing the girl's hand slightly, the guide asked, "What's your name, little one?" Her smile flickered back across her face before she added, "If one such as me may ask."

Eyeing the panda woman as if she suspected just how silly Lin thought she was, the scaled child scowled before answering. "Kara."

Letting go of Kara's hand, Lin took a step back, making a sweeping bow that seemed oddly well-practiced. Face composed into a mask of servility, she addressed the child with formal respect.

"Well then Kara, I would be honored if you would allow me to introduce you to your superior predator." Straightening, Lin pointed at a man near the inner balcony railing, singling him out from the dozens of other pairs of adults and cubs fucking and snuffing in the kitchens and on the tables. The little lizard swung about to see, wide eager eyes immediately drinking in the sight of him.

Two and a half times tall again as the cub he was fucking, Lin's selection for the title of 'most brutal adult in the club' seemed to be actively working to prove her right. His hulking white shape was currently hunched over, the definition of muscles visible beneath his close-trimmed fur as they flexed and pulled. Claw tipped fingers dug into soft bloody gums of the cub he was using, a thick black cock buried in the child's throat as the tearful young cheetah was defanged with slow, agonizing care. The shaft flexed with each muffled squeak of pain from the mutilated kitten, making her armless torso twitch, bloody stumps useless for pleasuring her sticky slit. Between her trembling thighs the parted lips flung droplets of moisture whenever she spasmed, each tooth torn away making her moan through the cock obstructing her throat. Sharing a silent understanding that interrupting would be unconscionable, Lin and Kara both watched from the side, enjoying the show even as they awaited the finale.

Paying no attention to anything but his task, the polar bear removed the final few teeth from the little cheetah with grunts of carnal satisfaction, dropping them into a nearby trash bin. Blood dripped out of the corners of her mouth, streaming down her stretched and bulging neck and staining her spotted fur in wide, rust-colored rivers. Her broken tail twitched weakly upon the ground, vibrating with a long drawn out moment of bliss as the adult gripped her head in two huge hands and closed her muzzle tightly about his cock. The pain from her raw gums must have been excruciating, Kara knew, watching with hot arousal and even hotter envy. One of her arms was clutched to her chest, the other hanging uselessly as she tried to imagine the sweet helplessness of being amputated. Even from here, she could hear the cheetah's gurgling purr.

With his fucktoy properly edentated, the white bear began to reap the profits of his labor. Gripping the cheetah's skull so tightly his claws threatened to scalp her, he held the drooling bloody maw of the cub closed and began to rape the limp girl's throat with violent, rapid strokes. Blood and saliva squirted from the child's lips, her eyes rolling back in her head as raw pain caused the strength to go out of her all at once. Overtaxed beyond the limits of her small body, she gave in to her final ecstasy with a pathetic mewl of joy. She trembled violently, squirting hard in agonized orgasm, then slumped.

Unconscious, she was held up entirely by the polar bear's savage grip, causing him to snarl in apparent frustration. He stroked his swollen shaft a few more times through her relaxed throat, but seemed to get no satisfaction from it. Without her little reactions, her quivers and cries of agony, there was no more pleasure in fucking her than in coupling with a slab of meat. Growling in anger, he yanked the passed out slut off his cock, still gripping her head between his paws. It seemed small within his tremendous grip, mouth oozing blood and eyes streaming tears, a pathetic little doll before him.

Looking down at it, he pressed his paws together sharply, squishing the skull with a SNAP that made Kara jump and gasp in shock and lust. The sound of breaking bones had never accompanied so sweet a sight, the lizard girl practically in love as she admired the way the powerful adult lobbed the ruined cheetah's corpse over the railing. Beside her, Lin smiled brightly at the bear as he turned towards them.

"Hey there Ulric. That your second today?"

Cold coal eyes swiveled towards Lin, then cut straight across her down to Kara. Staring at the lizard girl expressionlessly, the bear grunted a reply.

"Fourth. Only that first one was worth anything, though. The rest snuff out too soon." He snorted derisively. "Little weaklings." He wiped his blood and brain smeared paws on a nearby kitchen towel, turning away from Kara for a brief moment as he made use of the cloth. Only when that stare left her did she remember to breathe, awareness of her body flooding back to her in a rush of trembling lust and fear. Her pussy was pulsing like a raw wound, lower lips pink with arousal and clit so stiff she could feel the air currents brushing between her thighs.

"So," she thought with a thrill. "This was what it feels like to be prey."

"You're too good at your job, big guy," Lin quipped cheerily. "Most patrons are a little gentler to start out, instead of ripping limbs off in the very first round. The cubs love it, but it's a little counterproductive to getting your rocks off, huh?"

Scowling, Ulric flung the messy towel into a sink, sounding a metallic thud. "How about these little sluts show a little respect, and keep breathing long enough to suck me off, huhhh?" Repeating Lin's last word mockingly, he waved a careless paw. "But no. None of your little jokes today, woman. Give me the girl, and get out of here."

"Give her to you? Just like that?" Her tone grew playful, edged with perverse enjoyment of how she bothered the big bear. "How do you even know she's for you? I mean, don't you want me to introduce her?" Lin smiled, stepping behind Kara and putting her hands on the little girl's shoulders. "I'm sure it'd be-"

Shrugging off Lin's touch, the raptoress stepped forward, flicking her fingers in a sharply dismissive way.

"You may go, Lin. I will introduce myself." The panda's disrespect was threatening to encroach on her all consuming lust, her need to feel what it was like to be utterly at the mercy of this magnificent man. Behind her, she heard a moment of silence, then a small laugh. The sound of steps, moving away from her until she could hear them no more. There were still other people around, as there always were, but Lin had left them alone. It was just her, and her predator.

Falling to her knees, Kara looked up at the great bear from a height even lower than before. Her heart was thudding hard in her flat chest, lightning surging through her in dizzying pulses as she met his gaze. Despite not looking at it, the thick murder weapon of his cock was a burning brand in her awareness, hanging before her face just a few feet away.

"I've always wanted this," she whispered up at him. A shiver ran through her from teeth to tail, Kara's eyelids fluttering briefly as she felt a contraction of pleasure in her cunt from the admission. "To be prey. Like her." She jerked her head back at where Lin had gone, then down towards the grinder. "And her."

"Better than that, I hope," Ulric grunted. He was moving slowly towards her, unhurried as they talked.

"I would never-" Kara started, then stopped as she realized how affronted she sounded. Trying again, she put all the meekness she felt at that moment into her words. "I will be better, sir. I only ask, please... Ruin me. Degrade me. Do whatever you want, but destroy me, utterly. Show me how far my body can break, and I'll hold on until you tell me I can die. I want to feel it all. I want to scream and bleed like worthless prey."

His hand slammed into her throat, squeezing sharply in a way that made pain lance straight up into her brain. She blinked, grinning wildly. Ulric's hungry expression filled her vision as the bear bent over her, hot breath puffing over her face. It smelled like blood and meat, her mind swimming with the scent, proof of his power and brutality. For as long as she could, she kept herself from gasping as he stood there, choking her out while staring straight into her acid eyes. Her lids were half closed, hands still at her sides. Between her legs, her pussy throbbed like a second heartbeat.

Finally, when the little scalie's vision had begun to blacken around the edges and her lungs were convulsing desperately for air, the bear dropped her, her legs collapsing beneath her as she bumped against the ground. She started to slump fully downward, but caught herself with a slap of palms against linoleum, inhaling in wheezes as she stared through tear blurred eyes at the greasy floor of Dolcett. Before she could even catch her breath, he grabbed ahold of her again, scooping up between her legs, one huge paw gripping her by the crotch.

Dragging behind him along the ground, Kara bumped along dazedly, breath ragged and eyes blank as she felt air move through her sharply sore throat. Her pussy was soaking against his palm, every little brush of the rough paw pads along her slit making her whole body twitch. She was so turned on she couldn't even move, immobilized by the ecstasy of being so helpless, by knowing how soon and how brutally she would be snuffed.

Seeming particularly aware of her responses, the great bear chuckled deeply as he pulled her along. "Enjoy yourself now, little slut. I think that you may do well for me... but I'm not taking any chances of you clocking out as soon as you've cum. This will be the last pleasure you ever feel. In Medical, we'll be eliminating that pesky cunt of yours. If you manage to live through that, well. We'll see how long you last." With his words, he gifted her a single thick finger, pushing the digit deep into her tiny squeezing slit.

The claw at the tip of his poked painfully against her cervix, and his fingering was rough and unpracticed. Despite that, Kara began to squeal in pathetic enjoyment, unable to hold back the keening cries of overwhelmingly potent pleasure that rose in her every time he stroked her insides. Adrenaline and excitement had her hypersensitive, her thighs squeezing together around his wrist involuntarily as her bliss rapidly peaked. Practically convulsing on the end of his arm, her shudders grew increasingly violent, orgasm slamming into her so fast that she was caught off guard.

Hissing through her teeth, Kara squeezed her eyes shut as her climax overtook her. She felt her pelvic muscles squeeze, felt the claw at the tip of his digit pierce her cervix within as she forced it deeper. Squirt lightly spritzed the bear's forearm, soaking short white fur with her juices. Her body quivered minutely, every muscle tensed as she breathlessly rode out a wave of the most pure ecstasy she'd ever experienced. From the moment her climax had begun until the final weak twitch of her cramped thighs, the lizard's mind was filled with a single thought, prolonging her orgasm by almost pure will as she focused on a single, all important truth.

This would be the last time her pussy would ever cum. From now on, there was only pain for her, only pure agony.

Nothing could have excited her more.

Panting in pure satisfaction following her orgasm, the limp little lizard smiled faintly as she was dragged along like a fresh kill. She felt hot and helpless, ready for whatever was next. Awareness of her surroundings gradually returned, and she realized Ulric had picked up his pace. The thud of his heavy footfalls could be felt through her spine as it scraped along the floor, quicker than before. He was eager, too.

Around her, the space was filled with the many surgical and euthanatory apparatuses of Medical, towering up from her eye level as they jutted from the floor. Her predator hunted through the sterile corridors, searching for something to destroy her with. A smile formed on her face as she watched him from behind, happy beyond words.

When he eventually seemed to find something that satisfied his plans, Ulric yanked her up into his arms with an easy motion, pivoting her body around her crotch and making the claw in her cunt scratch along her womb in a way that made her almost want to cum again. With only a short glance, he slammed her own onto a cold steel operating table, letting her spread herself out and lie flat on the metal surface.

The finger and claw withdrew from within her with a final rake across her clit, making her squeal and seize up at the sharp spike of pure agony that tore through her at the touch. Blood trickled slowly from her pink puffy slit, thighs warmed by heat radiating from her aching hole. Her insides throbbed around the damage that had been done by that careless claw, the worst pain she'd ever felt in her life. Yet, it was only the beginning.

Fingers clutching at the edges of the table, Kara turned her head this way and that, looking around the small surgical space she'd been brought to. Sharp scalpels and less elegant instruments waited for her on a tray beside her arm, and a set of what looked like carpentry tools hung in a rack upon the wall. Some devices managed to be menacing despite her inability to guess what they did, lurking in the shadows beyond the surgery lights trained upon her body. On the side opposite the tray, she heard Ulric rummaging through what sounded like a cutlery drawer, the clattering sounding increasingly impatient.

A shiver ran through her, then another. Fear and panic seized her heart in a cold grip and she let the emotions overwhelm her, reveling in the euphoria of helplessness. Pulse skyrocketing, she trembled violently upon the table while her mind flicked between all the ways she could die, imagining each end, knowing she could do absolutely nothing to save herself from any one of them.

A delirious smile split her muzzle as the hyperventilating began, the screaming high note that was her only coherent thought singing a song of her most perverse dream. She felt like a rabbit, caught in a trap.

Piss arced from her, and the sensation was sweet as it stung her raw slit, dripping and spraying forcefully from her in her fear. Even as the flow began, Ulric turned to her, dark eyes sweeping over her tiny body in a single lecherous glance. Still pissing, she grinned at him, shivering with terror and happiness and relief.

"Good to get it out of you," the bear murmured, watching her urinate with a thoughtful expression. His nose twitched at the scent as he moved between her legs, uncaring of how she soaked his short fur with her pee. A small syringe in his hand pushed into her leg, but she hardly felt its minor bite as she was injected with a cocktail of medicines, stimulants and vasodialators. She was too preoccupied with the huge shape of his cock as it pushed between her thighs, soaking briefly in the stream of piss before prodding against her tailhole, pressing forward with inexorable force. It slid in slowly at first, then slammed in deep, making the small scalie groan in pain and happiness at the intrusion in her gut. He murmured to her, continuing as he started to lightly thrust, warming up before they began. "It will make things cleaner when I rip you apart."

With that promise delivered, he stabbed down at her without warning, making the little lizard shriek as a blade plunged into her belly. Wide disbelieving eyes stared down at the bottom of her sternum, feeling her own rapidly refilling lungs brush against the cold blade inside her body. Around the wound blood oozed out lazily, hot on her scales. Ulric began to fuck her faster, his hand firm upon the knife handle.

For a moment, there was no pain. Just shock, anal sex, and the weakening stream of her emptying bladder. Her fingers gripped the sides of the table with white knuckles, tendons taut. She stared at the knife, stared at the hand that held it, barely even feeling the rape. There was an instant of understanding of what was about to happen. Then, events moved forward too fast for thought to follow for a while.

Yanking his knife down her belly in a single sharp slice, the merciless bear showed Kara her own guts as he screwed her, her own internal body pressure pushing out the tangle of intestines and organs as he split her open like a ripe fruit. She screamed herself breathless in a timeless moment as she saw and felt it happen, unable to blink, unable to stop watching as her own insides oozed and shifted outside of her, shoveled out by the thrusting of the massive cock within her ass. The best part was the sensation of her own skin as it parted, spreading wide like an eager pussy. The tension of her own intact skin was something she'd never before been aware of, but now that she could feel it release, she was eager to feel it even more.

Less agonized that she had expected, she breathed in after her scream, wild-eyed as she took stiff hands and plunged them into her own belly. The movement of Ulric's shaft within her colon was amazing to her as she squeezed him through her own intestinal wall, making the bear grunt in pleasure. Feeling her own hands within her belly was a muted sensation, nowhere near the richness of pain she'd experienced while being split open, but she enjoyed every bit of what she got. Little prey-like squeaks of agony squeezed out of her with every thrust, slipping past clenched teeth as she blissfully endured her own destruction.

Grabbed harshly, the little raptor went complacently limp as Ulric's rough hands manhandled her, flipping her over without removing his cock. The twisting torsion it exerted on her asshole made her tear, her already stretched and aching rectum splitting at the seams. The sheer rapidity at which she was breaking excited her, filling her with all the anticipation of someone in a car headed at top speed towards a wall. Looking back over her shoulder at Ulric, she watched him as he took his pleasure of her, feeling her own guts dangle out of her and drag back and forth on the cold steel table. Blood spattered out too, but less than she'd expected, no doubt a result of the drugs she'd been given.

Then, for the first time, Kara felt her killer cum in her, watching him while his expression twisted into sadistic satisfaction. She couldn't have suppressed her constant cries of pain even if she'd wanted to, but Ulric seemed to enjoy hearing them even more than she enjoyed making them. As the thick rod of his cock started to flex within her, she loudly vocalized every stab of pain that came from her ruined ass, gasping and crying out as the intruder swelled, pulsed. Face slumped down on the table, one eye watched him as she raggedly groaned from the sudden pressure within her gut, cum pumping into her in unending loads. Part of her wanted to be bathed in this cum inside and out, but she was content to receive it like this, in this beautiful moment.

Breathing slowly now, she whimpered as Ulric pulled out of her, cock streaked with the mess he'd made of her insides. Blood and cum dripped over her twitching pussy and half-mangled clit, making sharp shocks of pain lance up her spine with each drop that ran down.

With effort, Kara lifted herself onto all fours, arms trembling as they supported her weight. Her hanging guts swung sickeningly, tugging at her insides as she stared with glazed eyes, panting from the pain and potent sensation of being used. White overwhelmed her field of vision, and she vacantly realized Ulric was in front of her. Warmth bloomed in her empty belly as he grabbed her skull, remembering for a moment the cheetah he had killed just before her. Would he finish her the same way? Inside its fragile shell of bone, her brain eagerly anticipated being crushed, squished to pulp between his powerful paws.

Instead, she found her face slammed against his crotch, mouth forced to open and accept his cock. Foul with the flavors of blood, scat, and potent cum, it filled her throat like a worm, sliding in deep and making her gag violently. Tears streaked from her eyes, soaking his fur and running off her cheekbones while she began to automatically clean him off. It was her mess, after all. Her own insides, smeared across his skin. Huffing and choking, she worked her throat more eagerly, tongue swirling over his skin as she tasted her own body on him, little bits of intestine and drops of blood.

Within minutes she had polished his entire length, forcing her throat through the painful stretching required in order to fully deepthroat and worship Ulric's cock. Her vision was blurred with constant tears, her breathing irregular and shallow as she sucked upon the meatstick like a babe upon the breast. In her mind she meditated on her injuries, fully focused on the nirvana of her open belly, her ruined ass and slit. Everything throbbed to the still-strong beat of her heart, her whole body seeming to pulse with pain and warmth.

Still with Ulric's shaft stuck in her throat, she felt his strong paws take hold of her once more. Her arms had grown weak, barely able to hold herself up, and she accepted his support with relief. Almost she felt like she could just drift off and die right now, to succumb to her injuries and close her eyes, content with the torture she'd received.

That thought was dangerous, disgraceful. For herself and for Ulric, she had resolved to last for as long as she could, to leave her last breath until the latest possible moment. Persisting through pure will, Kara came slightly out of her trance as the big bear lifted her by the ankles, waking and wondering what he had in store for her next. He brought her feet together, holding them up at his head height. Something cold and metal brushed against one leg.

A spring released at the press of a claw, the snap of the mechanism audible before the pain hit her. Suddenly Kara's universe narrowed to the sensation of the sharp spikes stabbed through her calves, the scalie's stretched out body twitching and tensing up, blood dripping out her stomach and guts hanging over her heaving chest as she let out a muffled scream. Writhing in an unconscious effort to escape the pain, she channeled her instinctive desire to move into a violent deepthroating of Ulric's cock, swinging her body slightly as she sobbed and sucked him hard. It was the only thing she could do to keep from thrashing in a struggle to flee, a fresh wash of adrenaline surging into her bloodstream.

It was a futile effort. Ulric's cruel promise had come to the moment of its fruition, as the panicky girl realized at the first touch of sharp steel against her labia. As the slicing began, soft aroused flesh splitting as it was scored, blood and juices spraying and mixing, there was nothing she could do to control herself. With all the strength still in her she screamed, grateful for the hardening cock in her mouth so that she was muffled enough not to deafen herself and the bear. Euphoria accompanied each cry, pure bliss at the admission of her agony and helplessness. She continued as skin was separated from flesh, feeling the peeling of her scales away from her own quivering cunt and ass. In the assault of agony and stimulus from her most sensitive parts as they were destroyed, she couldn't be sure she hadn't cum again, somewhere in that unending explosion of sensation. She might've climaxed as her clit was cut free, or orgasmed when the final piece of skin was torn off like a stubborn bandage. For all she could tell, she could have cum nonstop since the first cut, or not at all. It didn't matter to her.

Her focus was on the pain.

Bare muscle screamed beneath the smallest movements of air, her fully naked vagina feeling as equally torn open as her gutted stomach. Hanging upside down, blind and helpless to do anything but pleasure her own tormentor, Kara could only imagine what her raw crotch must look like. Her mind had been whited out by the agony, and she had given herself to that all consuming sensation until it faded to a bright red background glow. Every second she was alive, she would be in pain. It was inescapable now, even more than it had been when the first cut had been made in her belly.

Something stabbed into her, and in the disorienting noise of naked nerve endings Kara almost thought it was nothing more than a toy, a dildo pushing into her ruined hole. No pleasure came from it, but she understood pleasure to be something beyond her ability to feel anymore, a luxury pathetic prey like herself weren't given. It wasn't until the intruder began to saw through her that she began to understand, realization dawning on her as connective tissue was parted by cold steel, sensation disappearing in swathes as nerve pathways were severed.

Ulric wasn't just ruining her cunt. He was removing it entirely, excising her vagina and womb.

Shudders ran through Kara with every tug of the serrated steel between her legs, amazement at what was being done to her flitting into and out of her mind in the moments between pangs of pain. Not even her wildest dreams had prepared her to be in this situation. If she wasn't so busy being ruined, she might have squealed in joy and excitement, dancing with undignified glee. Instead, she let out another hoarse, hollow scream as the meaty core of her pussy was pulled out of her, her entire reproductive tract removed like a stereo jack. Following the moment of her final hollowing out, she realized her asshole had been taken as well. No longer did the ruined ring of her anal sphincter burn and bleed from being stretched and torn. Instead, there was only an aching emptiness, an echo of the absence where her pussy ought to be.

No time was given to her to exult in her new mutilation. Ulric's unceasing sadism drove him to ruin her even more, despite all that had already been done. Beyond what feelings had already grown in her, Kara loved him for that, for being the deliverer of her total destruction. More pain followed as the same blade began to bite once more into her scales, starting to cut through at the ankles this time. Her tough but sensitive hide was traced in deliberate patterns, going around the circumference of her legs, just below where the spikes stabbed into her flesh and held her. Further cuts were made along each inseam, and she was given her earlier wish of feeling her skin relax, freed from the tight tension it had been under her whole life as it split and spread apart. Blood ran in runnels down her legs, pooling in the hollow place where she had once had a pussy, pouring down her body in hot, stimulating streams.

Now only weakly suckling at the great bear's cock, the little lizard continued to nurse his black shaft like a babe at the breast, focusing mainly on maintaining consciousness. Clarity came and went, but through the thread of her thoughts, one fact about what was happening to her was clear. She was being flayed, skinned alive. Pain flowed over her body in a wave, burning sharp and sweet wherever Ulric's knife touched her, carefully peeling and scraping her pelt away from her musculature after making an initial cut. With her belly already open, it had been an easy matter for him to continue to separate her skin from her torso, once he was done with her legs.

The sensation was fascinating to Kara's muddled mind, each little stroke of the knife like a scratching finger that was dispatching an itch she hadn't known she had. Even though her pain was ever growing as more of her scales were split from her body, part of her was relieved to have her tender insides bare to the elements, to be free of her cumbersome pelt. Ulric would find a better use for it than she was putting it to, she thought drowsily. After all, wasn't that what he was going to do to the rest of her body as well?

Eventually the upside-down raptoress was cloaked in a curtain of her own skin, hanging off her shoulders like an inverted cape while she slowly coaxed Ulric's throbbing cock towards another climax. Pain had subsumed every inch of her body, as if she had been slowly dipped into a vat of some boiling acid that was agonizingly sizzling against every part of her below her neck. It was relaxing in a way, like being in a hot tub. After her legs had been skinned, she'd almost lost sight of the pain, lapsing into pure enjoyment of her own raw flesh as it screamed from every little gust of air or gentle touch.

Ulric, professional that he was, had refocused her. Starting from her hips, he had begun to intersperse periods where he cut her skin free with sharp moments where he instead roughly ripped it from her body, removing large swathes of her back skin with this brutal method. Each yank had triggered a scream of pure pain from Kara's gagged mouth, then an expression of subservient gratitude that came as a brief increase in suction on his cock. It was a procedure not unlike ripping off a bandage, save that afterward the stinging never faded.

Finally the knife came away, the tugging sensation retreating as Ulric let go of her hanging pelt. For a long minute, Kara dangled at the edge of anticipation, knowing what must come next as she worked her mouth around the polar bear's cock with increasing speed. She had been suddenly seized by the desire to have Ulric to cum on her naked flesh, to hurt her with the mere act of his orgasm. It was the only goal she had, the only control she had over anything in her brief time left, so she clung to it and tried her hardest to make it happen.

Ulric's length ripped from her throat in a sudden movement that left the mutilated cub gasping, tear-stained eyes blinking in surprise. Her throat and upper chest felt hollow, like the place between her legs, but she didn't have any time to dwell on the sensation. Before she could even accept that even her tiny piece of control had been torn away from her, strong hands plunged into her exposed belly, shoving inside her in a violation so incredible she could barely understand what was happening.

Huffing in arousal, the big bear thrashed his sharp claws, and Kara felt something deep in the core of her draw taut, then tear free. His great paws pulled, scooped, and then drew out of her all the meat that had kept her alive until today, now unneccessary. All her intestines, her digestive organs, practically every piece of offal that had contributed to her survival now dripped and hung from his bloody paws. Only her heart and lungs could be left, or so she reasoned, gasping and feeling her thrumming heartbeat at the moment of her evisceration. Clearing her eyes of her own pained tears, Kara saw him holding her insides, saw how he was looking at her hollowed out body. A little smile came over her stiff, stretched muzzle, proud of the desire in his cold black eyes.

Dropping the raptoress's guts on the floor, the relentless predator gave her one more agony to enjoy, grabbing her skin and yanking with a strength so great that the spikes in her ankles nearly slipped free. She felt the final few inches of her pelt rip from her flesh, and screamed with her uncovered mouth for the first time since her flaying had begun. Thrumming and throbbing, her naked body seemed to vibrate with that scream, trembling in agony and joy and pure, potent submission.

As soon as her skin was fully torn free something shoved into the absence where her guts had once been, and Kara felt hot seed pump into her body, what seemed like cupfuls of hot semen splattering the inside of her gaping abdominal cavity as Ulric fucked her emptied belly. The deluge of seed from Ulric's dick dripped down through her, searing her flesh with its heat, stinging with every droplet that touched her flayed body. More came through her throat, and she felt it ooze out and down her tongue, dripping out of her mouth.

Skinless, sexually mutilated, the once-proud lizard child felt the cock throb inside her in the place where her guts had once been. She was satisfied simply to have been a receptacle for Ulric's orgasm, a toy for him to break. A long moment passed where she silently reveled in her fate, taking stock of all that had been done to her, remembering each wound and humiliation that had been heaped onto her fragile little self. It was enough for her, enough for any painslut to be happy. Hanging here, helpless, the little girl slurred out a simple question through the mouthfuls of cum, glazed and teary eyes staring at the puddle of blood, cum, and guts below her.

"May... I... Die?"

She heard the polar bear catching his breath, saw his feet shift as he stepped slightly away, then knelt down before her. Dark eyes took in her upside-down face, her expression practically paralyzed in a gaping mask of slutty compliance. His answer was short, succinct.

"Not yet."

Blinking in understanding, the broken raptoress took a slow, cum-choked breath, gathering her will. Forcing herself not to fade away. For now, she could hold on. Just a little longer. Every moment she was alive hurt so much, and there could only be more to come. That was what bolstered her, what gave her the strength to make what was left of her cling to what little pathetic life still remained.

Pain ceased to become a surprise, once every part of the body was experiencing it at all times. So it was hardly concerning to Kara when she felt a hot line of fresh agony dig into her wrists, or when she lost the feeling in her hands. Her arms were already skinless - their nerves could report little more intensity of pain than was already being sent to her brain. The loss of her hands was almost a lessening of that constant intense ache, and she welcomed it as she welcomed every perverse pleasure left to her. In a way, she was already in her own kind of heaven - one reserved just for masochists like her.

Her feet came next, and she whimpered in pain at the searing sensation of Ulric's bare palm upon her raw calves, the agony of his steadying paw hurting more than the ragged blade. Compared to that simple touch, she barely even felt her muscle and tendons splitting, her feet and toes twitching madly as they were severed. She wished she could have been flayed from the very beginning, to have experienced this delicious, all-consuming agony for just a little longer. It was so intense, so unceasing that she could hardly think, only sob and writhe in her own perfect powerlessness.

Falling to the ground like a hunk of meat, she screamed as her bare flesh slapped against cold tiles, scrabbling with useless stumps of her wrists and ankles as she instinctively tried to push away from the pain. Only then, in the sudden clarity of adrenaline and shock from her fall, did she fully understand her own amputation. Before it'd been almost like a dream, a fact detached from reality. Now, she truly comprehended it. Her hands, her feet. Without them she couldn't even crawl away from the torture, couldn't even flee in the most pathetic possible way. The sense of helplessness redoubled, climbing in an exponential curve that left her keening on the floor before Ulric's feet, hyperventilating in a panic attack that had been slowly building since she first knelt before the great bear to offer him her life.

And as her heart hammered and the mindless note of hysteria tore from deep in her ruined throat, Kara looked up at him, gazing up at her killer through a world that suddenly seemed too bright. Lying on her back, bare muscles twitching in rhythms along her barely functioning body, she grinned at Ulric. Baring her teeth to show her determination not to give in, not until he had done all he wished to do to her.

Something approaching respect briefly touched the white bear's cruel expression. It faded quickly though, leaving Kara to simply squeak out her happy cries of agony as he reached down to grab her by the throat, the only part of her beside her face that still wore skin. Carrying her shuddering little shape over one tremendous shoulder, the bear walked with her to a staircase, climbing up with a hurried step. What was left of the small scalie was jostled so badly that she briefly blacked out, the sensation of bristly bear fur rubbing roughly across her skinless chest too much for the child to take.

When she opened her eyes, she let out an immediate sigh of relief, simply grateful to have not disgraced herself by dying too soon. Following her return to consciousness, Kara took a long moment to re-establish herself, bloodloss making her mind slow to catch up to its change in surroundings. Despite whatever drugs Ulric had pumped into her, it was clear she couldn't last much longer like this. Her body was small, and only had so much lifeblood to lose.

The smell was what made her realize it first. Sharp tangy flavors that might have made her skin crawl, if she had any left. Potent piss and fresh scat, odors of waste and sex and blood mingling in a melange of disgusting, debasing death. She was in the Club's Bathroom area, propped up beside the long row of living toilets that was set into the back wall.

Unlike the cubs positioned beneath the porcelain thrones lined up to her left, Kara was uncovered, freely visible and unhindered except by her own state of extreme destruction. Her bare flesh stung constantly in the ammonia-laced air, prickling with pain so sharp that it felt like needles were savagely stabbing all across her body.

Managing to keep herself sitting upright, Kara looked up at the huge adult standing by her side, noticing the knife still held within one of his huge hands. A tremor ran through her leg muscles, twitching near where her pussy had once been.

"Is this where I'll die?" Her voice was so weak, she couldn't be sure he'd heard at first. After a moment of waiting, he responded simply with a shake of his head.

Before she could ask more, the white bear beckoned to a passing adult, drawing the eye of an equine herm with a cock dripping with soft, creamy scat. A dead young raccoon cub dangled from one of her hands, all of its holes smeared with shit of the same consistency, belly swollen with more of the semi-liquid waste. It dripped out of the corpse's orifices in a spray as the woman turned curiously towards them, and Kara barely resisted a flinch as a glob of it came dangerously close to landing on her ankle stump.

"Yes?" The woman seemed intrigued almost at once, eyes flicking up and down Ulric's impressively huge body, then glancing at Kara. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the broken little girl, her messy cock twitching suddenly as she realized the extent of what the scalie had been through. For her part, the child summoned what was left of her dignity, meekly meeting the herm's aroused stare.

"My slut would like to clean your cock. You should oblige her," Ulric ordered simply. He instructed the adult woman with the same casual certitude with which he had told Kara he would remove her cunt, and the little girl felt a shiver of pride run up her spine at his inherent assertiveness. She had truly been taken by a prime predator, a magnificent specimen. If the corpses of cubs nearby were capable of it, she was sure they would feel envy.

Barely considering it for a second, the horse herm bit her lower lip and stepped forward, wrapping elegant fingers around her own scat-coated cock.

"Of course I'll let her clean me," the woman breathed, seemingly unable to take her eyes off Kara's trembling, skinless little body. Accepting her place, Kara simply opened her mouth, silently greeting this final degradation with a bloom of submissive joy in her heart. Then the cock touched her tongue, and her body twitched in disgust, a gag instantly seizing her aching, ruined throat.

Despite this reaction, she soon found her mouth stuffed completely full of horsecock, a vile and bitter flavor coating her tongue and seeping up through her nose. Tears streamed fresh from red-rimmed eyes, and she choked and heaved, forcing herself to suck the herm's shaft with all her strength, tongue weakly scraping off scat. She must have looked even more pathetic than she felt, for the woman began to harden almost immediately, stiffening up and throbbing within the raptoress's throat as she was serviced.

Soon the stern-willed girl got control of her reactions, and established a rhythm of suckling and licking that began to remove the mess from the equine's crotch. The throbbing of her heart and stabbing pain of her flesh seemed matched to the pulsing of the shaft inside her, and the repetitive task began to lull her into a red haze of meditative agony. Part of her realized just how wet her pussy would be, how many times she would have cum by now if she were able. But she was spared from the distractions of pleasure, her body instead given fully to torture. As it should be.

Fingers curled around the lizard girl's jaw as she suckled, and in her beatific torment she briefly didn't realize whose they were, assuming somehow they belonged to the herm whose cock she was dutifully cleaning. Then she felt the claws, large sharp points poking into the skin of her cheek, the hot breath of the predator hunched behind her back. Her heart seemed to skip a beat just as the knife edge touched her throat. A sudden expectation of death overwhelmed her, a joyous moment where she truly believed she was about to die, to be killed while being humiliated like this.

Ulric was not so merciful.

The blade bit her throat, and she felt her blood start to run in rivers, the blood that had barely trickled from her various wounds so far. Despite the medicines in her restricting her bleeding, they could do nothing to prevent the force of flow that was leaking through the gash across her neck. It was too much.

Yet, the blade cut only shallowly. Gagging constantly on the shit-flavored cock in her throat, Kara could clearly feel how much her skin and flesh had split, could gauge how much blood was pumping from her bulging neck. It was hot, and oddly soothing as it flowed across her naked muscles. Even more beautiful to her than the feeling of it across her skin was the knowledge that, sooner or later, the loss of that blood would spell her death. Like sand through an hourglass, time was truly running out for her now, her end already assured by that small, sweet slice across her throat.

Strands of saliva stretched from her muzzle as the herm withdrew her spotless cock, leaving the tip barely within the girl's mouth as she whinnied softly in climax. Cum pumped over Kara's tongue, and her eyelids flickered happily at the familiar taste, instinctively swallowing the seed down to splatter against her empty abdominal cavity. It fell straight through her body from the torn end of her esophagus, pooling at her pelvic floor before dripping out the mutilated hole between her legs with the rest of the mess she'd swallowed. Streaks of white cum and brown scat clung to her bare flesh inside and out, burning her with pain as intense as any brand, making her constantly aware of just how much filth she'd taken in.

The equine herm disappeared and another cock replaced her at once, invited to use Kara's mouth by the merciless predator at her back. Almost as soon as it within her, piss poured through it, hot and excruciating as it stung her insides with its copious quantity. Combined with the flavors of anal juices and blood upon the shaft's skin, it was enough to induce constant retching gags in the quivering little girl. Yet even with that, even amputated, eviscerated, flayed and soaked in filth, the helpless raptoress found herself in a state of slowly growing excitement. Blood spurted from her neck even as urine sprayed through her throat, and she could feel herself growing weaker. Her entire body pulsed in alternating waves, agony and ecstasy switching places in her mind with every heartbeat as a succession of men and herms used her. She wanted to cry out in joy, but with her mouth filled with cock after filthy cock, she could only channel her happiness into giving the best blowjobs ever delivered, putting her last moments to good use as she served every adult that obeyed Ulric's summons.

Losing count of the adults she serviced, the dying slut only was dimly aware of the growing amount of filth clinging to her insides, burning and aching and soaking into exposed muscles. Towards the end, she lost the strength to even hold her broken little body upright. Ulric showed her a small kindness then, supporting her below the arms so she could continue her work. His huge paws fully embraced her skinless ribcage, leathery pawpads pressing into her flesh, making her feel an odd warmth within her chest while she diligently slurped scat and intestinal lining off of one last dick.

In some way, she anticipated Ulric's next movement before he lifted her. Perhaps it was because she felt so lightheaded that she was at the edge of unconsciousness. Or it might have been because her chest was as soaked with dried blood as her insides were soaked with filth. Anything might have been the reason to expect the end of her life. In her heart she simply felt it as the panicky thrill every prey feels, just before it's death takes it from behind.

As she was carried within his huge paws, the broken cub felt almost like she was flying, too dazed to fully focus on her surroundings. Heat radiated from her bare, bloody body, pain stabbing into her skin everywhere, but most intensely at her shit and piss caked thighs. Her mouth hung open, tongue out in an expression of slutty pleasure that had frozen there during the countless cock cleanings she'd performed. Red lifeblood had continued to slowly pour from her throat, trickling in streams down her body, dripping off the ends of her amputated limbs. Each moment she was alive was a gift of overwhelming agony, an amazing miracle given to her by the bear that held her in his cruel claws. After everything her body had been put through, she should be dead. Very soon, she would be.

Gasping and gagging still, the scalie girl blinked the tears from her eyes as she noticed the light around her grow noticeably dimmer. It took a moment for her fading mind to understand where she was, to recall the things she'd read online so long ago. She'd glimpsed this place when she'd first entered, full of pride and contempt. Her eyes had passed straight over it, dismissing it as something she'd never be interested in, nothing cruel enough to suit the sort of person she wanted. Now, she understood.

After everything she'd endured already, the Guillotine Lounge would deliver her a last mercy. Death, quick and clean. Part of her was disappointed, but it was soon smothered by an overwhelming eagerness, a twitching itch to have her head cleaved from her unclean body.

Slapping her down upon one of the many beheading tables scattered about, Kara was once more given the gift of seeing her killer's face, staring down at her with the same cruel lust that had engendered her current state. His short white fur was stained with her blood, a spread-armed silhouette of her amputated shape painted red across his chest from when he'd held her. Between his legs his thick black cock was fully hard once more, aroused by her constant debasement, or perhaps simply by the sight of her ruined form. Perhaps both.

Blinding knives of pain stabbed through the raptoress's gape-mouthed face as she forced cramped, oxygen-starved muscles to move, overpowering agony with the determined will that had let her survive till this moment. Tears streamed from eyes that ached from constant pained crying, yet she made herself smile at him, to show him a glimpse of the tremendous gratitude and satisfaction, even love, that she held for him. For her predator. Then, through even more pain, she asked him again.

"May I... die?"

She knew the answer, saw it in his eyes even before she asked. Kara just wanted to hear him say it.

"Not yet. But soon, strong one."

Happiness blossomed in her heart, pride and joy beyond anything she'd felt in her life. To receive a compliment from him would have made all this torture worth it, even if she hadn't already reveled in every moment, every agonizing second. Her weakening heartbeat surged, and she realized suddenly that he'd stabbed another needle into her chest, injecting something directly into her heart. New pain spread out from the insertion point, pain like fire in her veins. She tried to scream, but it only came out as a tremulous gasp, her whole body shaking on the guillotine table as Ulric pulled her into place.

As waves of pulsing agony rippled anew over her dying body, the lunette was lowered over her bleeding throat, locking her into her fate. Ulric knelt before her, looking into her contorted face. Something like admiration still glimmered beneath his merciless mask of an expression, and she was not too far gone to feel it when his cold nose nuzzled against the side of her head, whispering to her.

"I would hate to leave your pelt incomplete, little one. After how well you've endured, I would give you the kindness of doing this after you were dead, but I know by now not to try and spare you any piece of your pain. I must warn you though... if you move your face, scream, or blink, then you will ruin the skin. Try to stay still, and your mercy will come." He moved away, and soon a sharp, cold point came up at the nape of the lizard's neck, waiting there for her acknowledgment.

Nodding slightly to show she understood, Kara took a few deep, burning breaths through barely functional lungs, then closed her eyes and mouth. Almost at once, the blade bit into her, slicing quickly and expertly up the back of her neck and scalp. It didn't hurt as much as she expected, but she still had to hold in a scream. Her entire being seemed to throb pleasantly when the knife drew away, anticipation making her tense. Her inner thighs and belly were crawling with a filthy sensation, a reminder of her debased body. She longed to have her head separated from it, and eagerly tilted her head back to give Ulric a better angle as he gripped the edges of her split skin. He made one final remark, a compliment to his prey's appearance.

"Your pelt will make such a lovely fucktoy, once I have it stuffed."

With that, Ulric began a slow pull that increased rapidly in speed, until with a final jerk he fully tore the skin from her scalp and face. Like some sort of bloody butterfly, it hung from his paws, limp and thin, looking utterly unlike how it had appeared in the mirror every day of her life. A moment of odd detachment passed through Kara as she looked at it, the mask she had worn since she was born. Now she was truly naked, bare before her killer.

Then the pain hit, and her entire body began to spasm. Densely packed with nerve endings, her facial muscles screamed in a way she could not, blinding agony overwhelming her brain and driving her to the brink of madness. Like a small animal caught in a trap, she thrashed in her bonds, breaking her body further as she instinctively tried to escape the source of the pain.

Her efforts were in vain, and she continued to suffer, heaving and sobbing while her panicked body pumped out nearly the last of her blood. There was only one escape, and she could not reach it. Only Ulric could.

Raising one bloody paw, the white bear tugged on the rope beside the guillotine. A blade flashed down from the ceiling, riding the rails that guided it down to Kara's neck, landing it squarely on the slit that had been carved across her throat.

The pain suddenly stopped, save for a small prickle across her recently removed face. Falling, the raptoress experienced the sudden freedom of being nothing but a head, a skinless skull with an asphyxiating brain trapped within. She saw Ulric as he picked her up, smiling again at him before he turned her towards her body.

It was even more pathetic of a sight that she'd anticipated. Still twitching, her once-pink bare flesh had turned a dark red as the surface dried and oxygenated throughout her torment. The stumps at the end of her limbs added a note of helplessness, and in the cavity beneath her breastbone was a mess of piss, shit, and cum that would have looked more at home in an unflushed toilet than it did inside her body. Dried streaks of the mess ran down her legs, seeming as if she'd been incontinent, if one did not notice her missing cunt and asshole.

Seeing it, she felt nothing but pride, fully satisfied with everything she'd put her body through before abandoning it. For her own enjoyment, and for Ulric's. If given another body to ruin, she'd have done it all again, no differently than before. As far as she was concerned, her death had been purely perfect.

Leaning down, her killer scooped the limp little body up in his arms, carrying it and her head slowly towards the inner edge of the floor. Pointing her face for her, the huge bear gave her the full advantage of his height and the length of his arms, holding her out over the lip of the balcony so she could look straight down at the churning maw below. Spinning noisily, the huge blades far below seemed to call to her, their violent song promising an end. Her vision was starting to fade, darkening around the edges so the brutal blades were the only thing she saw. Then, from where Ulric stood, her body was flung into view. Leaking blood and waste, it tumbled slowly down, then landed directly in the middle of the great grinder. With her last moment of sight, she saw it spin, breaking in half and then tearing into chunks before being fully destroyed between the counterspinning blades.

A final agony came to her then, unexpected but not unwelcome. Sharp and sudden, a claw plunged into her left eye, pulling it out like a ripe berry. After that, the right soon followed, leaving the quickly fading remnants of Kara to nothing but darkness. That, and the sensation of the bear's paw surrounding her, holding her safe in its grasp. She was so small now, more helpless than ever.

The now familiar shape of Ulric's cock pressed against her lips, and the raptoress used her last strength to open her mouth to him. It was all she could do. Welcoming his taste upon her tongue, she listened to him huff in pleasure, felt him rapidly pound her one last time.

"I'll be fucking your skull all day," the huge bear groaned. "Thinking about all you went through. Magnificent. You fucking painslut, you fucking beautiful piece of meat. I'd snuff a cub like you every day, if there were enough. I'd snuff you every day. Die, you little whore. You've fucking earned it."

Dimly, Kara understood. Blind, bleeding out, the last thing she experienced was Ulric's cock throbbing in her throat, then pulling out to spray her skinless face and fill her mouth with his seed. Despite his permission to die, she held on long enough to feel it, to know she'd given him every last moment of pleasure she could. Then, with a final burst of satisfaction, she let herself slip into oblivion, content in the knowledge her killer would continue to enjoy her remains even beyond the walls of Club Meat Grinder.