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The last thing Isa remembered was sitting around for a round of drinks with some of his good friends. There was a great, numb blank spot in the lynx's memory between then and now, and he was pretty sure he had only been drinking lightly. It was supposed to be a nice night. Both his anniversary with Aveza, and celebrating his promotion. Everything was going well until he woke up unable to move or even properly see much, all of his squirming bringing about the sound of some kind of material crackling and stretching, left completely alone in the dark, a damp smell hitting his nose. Somewhere, something was faintly dripping, the sound echoing as if his surroundings were hollow. Struggling to move but finding himself confined somehow, he was overwhelmed by the sense of emptiness, as if the entire world around him had vanished but for himself.

It took him a while to figure out what was going on. His was entirely wrapped up in something like a latex bodysuit, his arms strung up above him, his ankles squeezed together. He already felt short of air, left to raggedly breathe through a tube with nearly every other part of the suit sealed airtight, as if it was his new skin. He couldn't see anything, and the only sensation was that of the bodysuit gripping him from every angle almost aggressively, if an object could be called such. No matter how much he started to panic, it was keeping his movements slowed, his frightened struggles barely rocking him back and forth as he dangled there in the darkness, suspended from the ground, his whimpers filtered through that narrow tube, barely allowing him to suck in enough air to keep from blacking out. His head was spinning, and he was sweating in that figure-hugging outfit, lost, scared, and all alone as far as he knew. At least until the lights came on.

He could only see a little. There weren't so much eyeholes as several tiny punctures for him to see through, like a speaker cover, allowing just the barest minimum of light to pass through. Above, there was the buzz of flickering fluorescents, and in front of him was the low hum of three separate video screens, each turning on in sync. One remained blank, but on the other two he could just barely make out two other rooms. They were dark and sterile, spotless as if recently cleaned but barely illuminated. Nonetheless, he couldn't mistake the prone, naked figures sprawled out in the middle of them, still rousing from whatever slumber had overtaken them. Aveza was there, the well-built falcon stretched out on a large metal slab. His first motions revealed his bindings, keeping him strapped down flat, stretched out to the fullest extent of his height, in a way that looked like it might have hurt. Isa could hardly tell, but he was already freaking out. This wasn't normal. This wasn't some kinky thing. There was no way they either of them would have agreed to something like this without asking the other first.

They had another captive with them too, a coworker of theirs. Mahiri was similarly sprawled, the leopardess slow to show her first signs of consciousness. She wasn't strapped down like Aveza, but she was far too out of it to make any effort of escape. For a moment, seeing her, Isa had to wonder. How well did he even know her? They got along well enough, but that was on a coworker kind of level. For all he knew, she could have been the one to drag them there. Or she was part of a bigger group, getting off on this sort of thing. Maybe it was a workplace ritual. But that all went aside when the slumbery cat finally snapped out of her stupor and tried to sit up. A startling crackle came accompanied by a bright flash as her forehead made contact with a live wire just stretched out just above her. The shock sent her reeling, thunking her head back to the floor, twitching and convulsing as the electricity passed through her naked body. The blue-ish glimmer danced across an intricate spider web of wires all around her, ensuring she didn't move a muscle, holding as still as she could, biting her lower lip.

That was when the third screen lit up. A masked figure stood there, their face concealed by a mechanical breathing mask decorated with sharp, metal teeth. A leather overcoat concealed the rest of them, along with a raised hood, and long, black gloves. There was nothing to guess who it might have been, their figure effectively hidden by the outfit, but they were big. Broad, bulky, or just generally thick, it was hard to tell, and their voice didn't give away much either. It came filtered through several layers of modulation, concealed by static to the point that they couldn't determine if the speaker was male or female. Though if they listened really closely, there was something about the inflection, the pronunciation of each word that struck them as familiar, just enough to leave them feeling like they were forgetting something important.

"Easy prey. You didn't even see me coming. And now you're mine. We're going to have some fun together. Don't worry. It's just a game."

They heard a click, and the lighting grew much more distinct, bathing their rooms in a sickly fluorescent glow like a doctor's office. At the same time, machines whirred, gears began to turn and clank, and the heat of a fiery furnace came spilling out into Aveza's room. Flames crackled just a few feet above his head, sparks flinging out of the blaze dangerous close to his feathers, and beneath him, that slab began to creak and groan. Mahiri saw the full extent of the wires above her, a forest of painful shocks in waiting keeping her from a large red button labelled with several arrows and a little smiley face with a round nose. But above that were several clear vials, filled with some sort of clear liquid, uncapped and attached to some sort of contraption. They wobbled ominously, and while it looked like it could have just been water, she didn't trust it. Though as things got going, Isa eventually realized in his limited vision that he had the worst of it. He was suspended over a seat of gears, dangling from a chain bound to his wrists, and he was surrounded a jagged assortment of hooks like those meant for meat. One slip, and he was going to meet the pointy end of those.

"You wanna know the rules? It's simple. You either escape, or you don't. That part's up to you. Just sit there if you wanna. But in two minutes, things are going to get nasty for you." The masked figure had to pause a moment, getting caught up in their own excitement, chuckling grimly. Even through the filters, they could tell their captor was grinning. "Of course, I play fair. You all have ways out. Each one of you has to hit their button, and that's it. Safe. It's not gonna feel good, but that's what makes it fun. You ready?"

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" came Aveza's cry, rattling in his shackles.

"Told ya already. For fun," came the reply, as if that explained everything.

"Can anyone hear me? Let me out of here! Help!" came the leopard's cry, to no avail.

Isa didn't say anything. It would have been drowned out anyway by the sudden grinding of gears. They were simply turning beneath him until then, but at the touch of an unseen button, they were violently whirring. And above him there was another clank, telling him that he wasn't going to safely hang there forever. He couldn't see much, but the audible beep of a timer directed his eyes upwards, to a digital display that was clearly counting down in front of him, just out of reach beyond that wall of hooks.

1:59

1:58

Beneath the display was another red button, He couldn't waste anymore time. None of them could. The masked figure, the killer, stood watching them over the cameras, giving the occasional twitch or visible excitement now and then. They didn't bother begging. Time was ticking away. Maybe it was all a prank, something cooked up by one of the more sadistic execs at the company. The handiwork around them meant it was definitely someone they worked with, or at least that they were involved. Nobody else could have built such functional contraptions without some sort of connection. That consideration could come later. They had a lot of very frantic, careful moving to do, and it wasn't going to be pleasant.

Aveza thought he had it the easiest. He was inching towards a deadly blaze sure to singe his feathers with even a moment's exposure, the slab slowly sliding forth like a makeshift crematorium, yes. But all he had to do was wiggle free of those restraints, and he could free himself enough to hit the shiny red button on that dangling, cobbled-together console just above him. Of course, it wasn't as easy as that. As soon as he set to squirming, turning his wrists to try to reach the straps of his own bindings, he felt the heat setting in. It started beneath his shoulders, and soon was spreading out over his whole body. The slab was heating up, and fast, ensuring he overheated and gasping in seconds. The straps were painful to the touch, though his hardened talons allowed him to resist some of it. He worked fast, flinching, clenching his beak, giving some grunts and desperate huffs as he wrestled with the restraints, managing to free himself after thirty seconds of struggling and pulling, lunging upwards and hitting the button with a closed fist. There were plenty more traps than the obvious, he soon discovered.

The whole device was far more advanced than its jury-rigged appearance implied. It looked like a piece of scrap, with wiring exposed, but as soon as he hit the button, some hidden mechanism went off, and sprang out to catch him by the wrist with an unbreakable steel wire. He found himself dragged forward, mercifully away from the fiery confluence, and instead into a device that strongly resembled a guillotine. He couldn't struggle enough to keep from getting locked into it, his hand and throat trapped in the solid steel pillory. It wasn't padded. He had one hand free to shove and try to force himself free while he listened to the terrifying buzzing just above him. From that angle he couldn't see it, but the sound was enough, that metallic grinding noise coming from a slowly descending industrial saw, something meant to chop through massive trees. The timer was still ticking down, and he couldn't pull himself free.

The killer spoke like a sadistic game show host. "Ooh. Look like the birdy's got himself in some trouble. Didn't see that one coming, did he? Looks like the rest of you better be more careful getting out."

Isa knew he had to help. That saw was slowly spinning its way towards his boyfriend's throat. He wasn't going to just dangle there and watch something as awful as that happen to someone he loved. But, one wrong move and he was going to end up as nothing more than ground up cat meat. Swinging back and forth, he tried his best to built up momentum, his shoulders feeling like they were going to tear out of the sockets at any moment. The latex on his body was thick. Maybe he could crash into the wall of hooks and bring them down if he hit hard enough, with minimal damage to his body. One, he told himself, taking a deep breath. Two. And ... three. He launched himself forward as hard as he could, feeling the chain detaching above him, leaving him flailing briefly through the air, doing his best to shield himself as he crashed full force into the barricade of hooks that kept him from the button. Many of their points glanced off the latex he was wearing, too dull to penetrate through. But not all of them.

It took some time for the pain to properly set in. He felt the warmth beneath his outfit as he bled. His wrists were still bound together, along with his ankles, and so there wasn't much he could do feel over his form for his wounds. At least two of those nasty hooks were jammed deeply into his flesh, holding tight, making every movement, every wheezing breath through that little tube one that kept him from suffocating. He was suspended there, still dangling above the gears as they shot up sparks from how quickly they were turning. One slip, one squirm too many and he was feline hamburger. A painful stretch, wrenching his arms down over his head, and he managed to elbow the button, throwing himself into the motion. First, he reached his hands above his head, and slammed the button with both hands, throwing himself into the motion, and then regretting it when it just hurt worse. But he managed to reach the off switch, leaving him impaled, suspended there like a piece of meat, but no longer in danger of plummeting to his death at any moment.

"Hmmf. Bet you would have looked good getting all ground up.. Oh well. You win first prize. Congrats."

Mahiri wasn't faring well. It wasn't just that the shocks hurt too much to manage, but rather that they sparked her so hard she was left twitching, unable to control her own body for the convulsions passing through her. That just left her hitting another wire, then another, until her fur was showing burn marks amid the spots and she had to reset to square one, flopping down again to consider another path, writhing in pain. She only had a minute left before she was getting doused with whatever chemical concoction was waiting for her just above, and she had to assume the worst. It was probably some nasty acid or the like. Something even worse than a few shocks. But for all her wiggling and bending, she just couldn't find a route. Fifty seconds as she considered, trying to twist her body just right to squeeze through some tiny spots. She was too busty, simply put. Her tits were marked with scorching from all the times they kept catching another wire. She was going to have to come up with another tactic, one that didn't require as much finesse.

She sucked in a deep breath, gritted her teeth, tensed her muscles, and for a moment had all the ferocity of her species as she lunged upwards. Wires snapped on impact with her body, sparking out then going dark, and she shoved her way upwards, jolted and rattled, tangled up in tormenting threads until she could reach that button, just barely managing to smack it before collapsing back down. The humming stopped, and those cords went dormant, leaving her collapsing to the floor bound in them, unable to get free even as they thrashed around. That just made it worse, and in her haste, she'd let several of them dig into her, embedding themselves in her flesh, drawing blood as she was left trussed up like a goose on a platter, sprawled out naked in the middle of that grimy room. But at least she'd saved.

"Two winners. Huh. Guess I underestimated you. Bird better hurry though."

There was no apparent mechanism, no switch, no handle, no secret shutoff for that saw. It just kept descending, and Aveza was stuck. He got down to thirty seconds. At twenty, the killer vanished from the screens. Isa tried to wiggle off those hooks, but the more he moved, the deeper they embedded in him, buried fully in his flesh, keeping him stuck in place and, whimpering. Even if he could slip free and flop to the floor, he didn't know what his next step would have been. As far as he could see, all the rooms were sealed. It wasn't until ten seconds were left on the clock that the killer stepped into Aveza's room. The bird was kicking, crying out, trying not to let the fear get into his voice. The solid clomp of boots was all he heard over the sawing, feeling the air rushing over his feathers, closer, closer still to slicing through his throat from the back. Finally, he gave something like a scream, a screeching cry of terror as the killer loomed above, only to choke it back when the figure hit a button, and the machine whirred to a stop. It was deadly silent for a while, the bird's eyes shut tight, his every muscle tense to the point he'd pulled a few things. He could feel the teeth of the blade grazing his feathers, leaving him frozen, unresponsive, knowing he close he was to death. Then he was roused from that with the whap of a glove to his bare ass.

"See? Told you I play fair." The killer's voice was as scratchy as ever, but that changed when they reached to their mask, and loosened it from their face. Their real voice was more familiar to them, female, something they'd heard before, at least in passing. "Of course, that was all just the warmup. Sit tight, kitties. Now it's my turn."

Those groping gloves were soon stroking down the bird's spine, then tracing the shape of his hips. She wrapped her fingers around his tailfeathers and gave a tug, getting a squawk out of him. A chuckle from her, and he was settling into a growl, doing his best to sound threatening when he was compromised and helpless like that.

"Get ... get away from me. You think this is funny? You disgusting pig."

The killer gave a snort. It sounded like amusement. She withdrew, and soon she was laughing more roughly, finishing her guffaws with a sigh.

"Really now? Well. I hope you all heard it. Just in case you started feeling sorry for yourselves."

She reached up and knocked down her hood, revealing a head of messy, long black hair, as well as some pointed ears. Things were starting to slip into place for them by then, but they really understood what she meant when she took off her mask. They knew that pig. Just in case they weren't sure, she was soon removing her longcoat, hanging it up on a nearby meathook that was jutting out from one of the walls, seemingly unused. There stood the naked heft of a broad, black and white spotted pig, one who was already glistening with the sweat she'd worked up in watching them. They didn't know her, but knew of her. One of the many workers that made the company what it was, a fairly new hire, buried deep among the machines. They knew her name was Anna, and maybe they'd joked here and there at her expense, just for how intense she was when they saw her at work. But they didn't mean anything by it. And they didn't know how such things could have got back to her.

Aveza started to mutter something vaguely apologetic, but Anna smacked him on the ass to cut him off.

"Shut up. This isn't about getting back at you for some slight. I don't care if you deserve this or not. I just thought you three would be fun to play with. So far I'm right."

With her other hand, she heft up her nuts, or at least as best one cupped palm could manage. That was no ordinary-sized sack, plump to the point of pure excess, fat enough to fill a double-handful and then some. Her cock looked slightly small in comparison, though it was still thick enough to fill a fist, a great uncut mass of meat that thumped near twice the size of average. Just watching the bird struggling away in his restraints was enough to keep her throbbing, even dripping some precum on the floor for how productive she was. A set of balls like that, and of course she was going to be making a mess. Looming near just made Aveza clench his beak tighter, until she finally squatted down just behind him, gripping him by the hips. When he started jerking about to attempt to free himself from her greedy grasp, she just tsked to him, speaking to him in a casual, scolding tone.

"You wanna lose your head? One button and it's mine. Maybe I'll fuck your stump in front of your boyfriend, how's that sound?"

Reminding him that Isa was watching was enough to quell his struggles for a while. He couldn't hold still when she leaned in, toying with him, kneading his rump, playing with his own balls. No matter how much she tugged and teased, she wasn't getting any sort of response from him. He remained defiant enough through all the touching to keep from showing the slightest sign of arousal, frustrating Anna enough that she gave a sharp snort and harshly spanked his ass again. Not that she was going to be defeated that easily. She licked noisily at her chops, already drooling just a touch, and brought out her big broad tongue to sink smoothly beneath his tailfeathers, slurping him from taint to rim no matter how much he squirmed.

"Ugh... fuck... get away ..."

His voice grew shaky as she stimulated him with heavy drags and slurps, eating his ass generously, clutching at his hips to make sure he couldn't get away. As if he was going anywhere. She was working up a sweat with how vigorously she was rimming him, smearing his whole backside in the excess of spit flowing thick from her jaws. His toes were curled, talons scraping against the grimy floor, and her black and white body glistened under the lights as the perspiration ran down her naked body, bringing out her musk. Which wasn't a bad scent at all, in truth. She took care of herself, but she was soon thoroughly coated in sweat, dripping a bit while she tormented the bird with a licking he didn't ask for. Even when she slurped his nuts she wasn't getting anything out of him, leaving her pulling back with a huff, her cock twitching and spurting pre hard enough to land on his feathers.

"You're just no fun, are ya?" she scoffed, still crouched behind him, her nuts hanging nearly to the floor. "Ah well. I'll just fuck your boyfriend instead. I bet he'll yowl for me once he's got a big pig dick in him. Bigger than yours."

She stood up, hovering over him a while, idly stroking her cock. It was wet enough by then that her fingers were slickly gliding over the pink flesh, schlicking noisily with every rub. He was in no position to negotiate, and an even worse one to try to intimidate her.

"You wanna know what's going to happen when I get out of here?" he snarled. "I'm not even going to bother with the cops. So smug now. We'll see if you're smiling when I'm done."

"Yeah?" A grin spread broadly across her face. "Good stuff. I love it, really. You never thought this could happen to you."

Lowering herself down again, she got right near his head, lowering her voice to just above a whisper, making sure she was still audible to her other waiting victims.

"That's why it's gonna be so satisfying when I eat you."

He didn't get so much as a gasp in before she prodded the button again, the same one that had saved his life minutes before. He was left thrashing desperately, kicking at the floor, scrambling and tugging as he heard that deafening buzzing starting up as before. The blade didn't take long to get up to full speed, grinding away, spinning, descending. Aveza clenched his fists, scrunched up his fast, suppressing the urge to scream. Instead, he was left spouting out one last string of defiance before being brutally cut short.

"What the fuck! What are you even doing, you crazy bitch, you nasty fucking pig ... stop it! Stop it! Turn it off! Fuck! Let me- GAHHK"

The blade sliced swiftly and efficiently through skin and muscle, flesh and bone, sending ruined feathers into the air along with jets of blood. The whole room ended up painted in his crimson as he was smoothly decapitated by that shining blade. It was soon bearing the stains of its work, chopping all the way through the falcon's restraints as it ground through bone with ease. Anna stood above him the entire time, not even flinching as she got a full splatter of her victim's blood painted across her spotted body. A splash of red accentuated her monochrome, coating her front side, dripping down to the floor, and through it all, she was getting off, jerking and stroking herself off just above the bird's headless body, huffing, grunting, letting some piggish sounds slip out in her excitement. The others were left to watch it all, screaming at first, falling into stunned silence shortly after.

Aveza was still twitching by the time Anna blew her load over his body. She soaked him down, painting his feathers flat under the force of her pent up cumshot, one copious enough that the expanding puddle of pig cum briefly overtook the pooling blood pouring from his neck. His head lay nearby, eyes rolled back, a few faint convulsions still passing through the muscles of his face by the time the pig tapered off to a trickle, still spurting now and then, caught up in an extended orgasm that kept her shaft flexing hard even long after the initial gushes. She was panting for a moment, catching her breath before slipping into a long, deep sigh or relief. Then a little giggle escaped her, the most girlish thing out of her mouth so far.

"You lose."

The cats remained frozen, paralyzed by the horror they had witnessed. Mahiri hadn't known the falcon well, but she wasn't going to just get over witnessing such a brutal end. She couldn't do much of anything anyway. The more she moved against those wires, the tighter they bound her, digging in painfully enough to discourage her from panicking. Isa couldn't make any progress freeing himself from those hooks, though they weren't digging any deeper at least. He hid his face from the sight of the pig pulling his boyfriend's corpse up into her arms, hardly seeming to care if he bled on her. She soon had him hanging upside down from an overhead hook, all his blood dripping out to a drain in the floor, trickling away drop by drop. The sound was inescapable. Drip, drip, drip it went as he dangled there, slowly swaying back and forth, arms limply hanging down towards the floor as red streamed down them. She turned her back to her dinner-to-be, licking some of the blood off her lips, then gulping it down as she departed.

"I'll be back for you, birdy. Now, who's next?"

She disappeared through the door, and her feline captives were left to listen to her hooves clopping about nearby, making her way through the halls of her lair until she settled upon her next victim. Mahiri flinched as she heard the hidden door creaking open. The pig stood shrouded in the doorway, a faintly glowing exit sign adding an extra eerie glow to her blood-stained body. She hardly needed the help to look menacing, staring down her snout with an expression of sadistic glee as she loomed over her prey. Her cock thumped into her belly for how hard she was, giving her whole form a slight wobble. She was a little plump, but much of her was solid. Mahiri was in no state to resist her, even as she felt the pig reaching down and stretching those wires into her jaws, keeping her from closing her mouth as Anna pulled them tight into a makeshift gag.

"Hey pussy. You're a pretty thing. Be a shame if some sweaty pig rubbed her nuts all over you."

Anna was chuckling at her own teasing, giving the spotty cat a kick to the shoulder then shoving her over onto her back so she could properly squat down over her face. Mahiri couldn't manage much more than some muffled groans of disapproval, squirming in her binds but failing to get out of the way as that titanic sack descended upon her. She was smothered in sweat-soaked pig balls in seconds as Anna got down low to teabag her, bobbing up and down and slapping her with that fat sack a few times, rising and falling with surprising speed for her hefty frame. The impact dulled the leopard's senses, but she still heard that heavy smack of nuts to muzzle, listening to herself getting disrespected as the impact sent the pig's perspiration flinging off in all directions, running into the cat's long hair, soaking into her fur.

A few more thuds, and Anna knelt right down, planting her knees on either side of the cat's head, not caring if she was pulling on that long red hair. She smothered Mahiri hard, grinding against her lips and nose, even daringly dipping one nut into her mouth and then the other. There was nothing that cat could do but accept the humiliation, letting sweat run down her throat while she was immersed, unable to breathe anything but the musk of Anna's balls. The pig stayed right where she was for a while, rubbing her nuts in the cat's face, waiting for those telltale sounds of muffled complaint, those increasingly desperate squirms and struggles that came as the air grew thin enough in Mahiri's lungs to hurt. Only when she was crying out beneath those balls did Anna let up, leaving the leopard gasping, drooling on herself as she desperately sucked in air, shaking with the effort of refilling her lungs.

She didn't get long to recover before the pig was coming down again. This time, she turned her curly tail around and sat herself down firmly on the leopardess' face, completely immersing her muzzle beneath her backside, making that pretty kitty kiss her ass. She wiggled back and forth a few times, stroking at her cock as she smothered Mahiri senseless, fighting off all her attempts at thrashing free with a good, hard shove and grind down on her features. She sat as if on a throne, proudly squishing that soft face between her cheeks, making sure she got her asshole rubbing right against the cat's lips. It was hard for Mahiri to keep her tongue inside her mouth with those bindings around her jaws, so she ended up accidentally rimming the pig a few times, something Anna made sure to emphasize with little huffs and pleasure whenever she felt that tingle texture against her ring.

"Mmm. Good girl," she taunted as she raised herself up, leaving the slathered cat dripping and wheezing for air. "Tempting to just sit on ya until your toes stop twitching. But that seems too simple."

Anna was as rough as she was greedy with her hands, gripping the cat's tits hard, digging her fingers in enough to make Mahiri flinch. She didn't let up, kneading that generous bosom as if trying to crush it, playing with the cat's nips once they perked from all the attention. Soon she was seated on the kitty's belly, her weight enough to be uncomfortable while she played with those breasts until she could shove her dick between them. There was still blood clinging to her front side, and it was trickling down to the cat's fur while that pig went in for a sloppy titfuck, smearing the juices of her lust all over that fluffy cleavage, spurting pre right into Mahiri's sweat-streaked face, hitting the target of her open mouth over and over, when not just spraying down her features. She huffed and let out the occasional snort as she squeezed the cat's tits tight around her fat dick, plunging back and forth, spurting thicker, hotter, leaving that taste in Mahiri's mouth even once she pulled right back.

Getting her thighs apart required tugging hard enough to snap some of those wires, leaving Mahiri's legs somewhat free to kick about. She didn't get far before the pig was fully on top of her, smearing her in the falcon's blood, pinning her beneath that heft while Anna loomed over her with a sadistic grin on her face. Or maybe it was just a horny one. She was throbbing hard enough to paint the cat's belly in seconds with the pre she was producing, then her cock wet enough that she was pushing against the resistant leopard's folds without trouble. She set to grinding, and the constant pressure alone ensured the groaning feline was quickly wet, not so much aroused as just stimulated. That was good enough for Anna, who set to sliding the thick tip of her cock inside the cat all at once, spreading her out, bringing those muffled, disapproving moans to more of a cry, and finally a yowl as she plunged her fat dick down to her fatter nuts, slapping them down against spotty ass she buried herself to the hilt with a gleeful squeal.

Mahiri couldn't fight off the pleasure any more than she could the pig herself. That dick felt good inside her, even forced there, thick enough to hit her every sensitive spot. Anna was rough with her, but in the good way, thumping her sack against her hard enough to resonated through her whole body, jiggling the leopard's tits while the sweaty pig raped her on the floor of the abandoned room. Harder, faster, Anna seemed like she had unlimited stamina as she stuffed pretty leopard's cunt until it was squelching with the soaking mess they were making together. She got her body rattled by that fuck, her lips curled into a defensive snarl that became less and less aggressive the wetter she got. The steady tump of plump pig nuts against her pussy went along with a slick schlorp of dick slamming in and out of a lubed up sex, until Mahiri's thighs were soaked with the juices worked up by that forceful rutting.

Aveza was still dripping into a drain while Anna had her way with her next victim. There was no way she was going to let the cats go after what they'd seen. She was fully unmasked in front of them. They knew her name. Mahiri knew that, but she was trying not to think about it, instead focusing on trying not to feel ashamed as she felt herself clamping down on that pumping cock. She was swimming in sweaty pig musk, soaked in blood and juices alike, trying not to scream out with bliss as her body sent her to an orgasm that had been utterly forced upon her. Even bound and taken like that, she couldn't fight down the building pleasure, erupting in a heated squirt that left Anna cackling in delight. She was kneading tightly around the pig's every inch, her body all but demanding that the killer lunge forth and bury herself in her pussy, twitching, snorting, and finally giving a distinct squeal that settled down into a hot huff in Mahiri's face while she pumped her full to brimming with hot cum, her virility not slowed in the slightest by her previous orgasm. It flowed as thick as ever into the drooling feline squirming there beneath her, Mahiri's cheeks hot with the knowledge that she came for that sadistic pig, even after all she'd seen, all the pain she'd been through.

It was all the more embarrassing when Anna pulled free and sent thick streaks of cum from Mahiri's tits to her face, even right in her mouth as she jerked the last few drops out. As before, even once she was apparently done cumming, she still spurted out some thinner ropes, constantly going off even when she hardly seemed to notice anymore. She rose up, shook her cock off, and stepped away, dripping steadily, huffing some. The cat still couldn't rise, the bindings weakened but tight enough to keep her on her back. She let that unwanted afterglow wash over her for a while, enjoying what she could, the sense of dread rising her chest. Every through watery eyes, she could see the look on Anna's face, growing more and more excited as the moment drew near.

"Ngh. Fuck." She slapped at her cock, bringing out another heavy spurt, seeming more annoyed by it than anything. "Was just gonna choke you out or something... but I paid good money for this stuff. Let's see if it really works."

Mahiri couldn't even properly cry out when she saw the pig moving to a hidden switch. She gave some muffled protests, turning to screams of terror as she saw the contraption moving again. Those vials wobbled, their contents sloshing back and forth before it all came pouring down over her bare fur. She wailed as if she were in horrible pain, expecting her flesh to be seared off in seconds. It took a while for her to realize it was all in her head. There wasn't any sensation but for a strange tingling, along with the gradual loosening of her bindings. From clenched tight, she soon found she was able to wiggle free, sprawling out on the cold floor to make her escape. Her senses were all scrambled, her vision blurred, but when she realized just how much bigger Anna was, looming above her like a giant, like a titan, the distant ceiling like the sky from the leopard's new perspective. She wasn't much taller than a mouse.

"Guess it was worth the price."

One clomp of the pig's hoof, and the cat flinched away. She could have been crushed in a single stomp, but things weren't going that way. Her legs were too short to properly flee. Anna scooped her up in the grip of a single hand, holding her up close to her face, breathing on her. Mahiri flailed, squirmed, kicked, whimpering in fright, inches away from the pig's jaws. She felt like she knew exactly what was coming, but she was wrong. There was no biting, no devouring her. Instead, she got an even closer look at that plump pig dick, cum still dripping from its flexing tip, even the occasional watery spurt shooting out, hitting her in the face as she struggled between the pig's thick fingers. Either Anna was horny again, or she hadn't stopped cumming yet. Either way, her cock was solid, thick, and swelling out larger than the shrunken cat herself. Whenever she tried to shout in protest, her voice was too soft and squeaky to even be coherent. She ended up just yowling in disapproval instead.

"Alright cat. You won. You passed the test. But you're gonna be perfect to refill the tanks. Have fun being my next cumshot."

Her last chance for final words got sealed off by that cock sealing around the leopard's face. Anna shoved her straight in, slurping her up with her dick, stuffing her shrunken body inside like a toy. One hand remained firmly at the base of her shaft, pumping up and down, slowly at first. As the cat's tits squished inside her dick, and the natural contractions of pleasure started dragging her inwards, she worked faster, harder, jerking herself off while those spotty legs kicked wildly through the air. No matter how much the cat struggled, she wasn't going anywhere but down towards those ample nuts, already soaked to the skin in that musky mark, coming near to drowning in the potent scent. Another clench, and it was just her paws and tailtip sticking out of that bulging meat, the rest snugly outlined in the flesh. And then another, and she was slurped away, sliding down towards that oversized sack, about to make it even heavier.

She was choking on the overbearing musk in her lungs by the time she plunged down beneath the surface of all that pig cum. Splashing back to the top, she did her best to stay afloat, struggling and fighting through the thick, sloppy mess. It churned as those nuts clenched. Anna was double-fisting her dick by then, pulling it straight up, rocking her hips as she fucked her own grip to the point of spurting. The walls closed in around Mahiri, pulling skintight to her curvy form, churning loudly. She was getting cum in every orifice, coughing it up, getting it in her nose, choking, sinking, fading. Every squeeze made her squirms a little slower, a little weaker, slumping down into the cream until she was submerged to the neck. Another clench, and she went beneath the surface, her outline just a little less visible in the thick mess of pig jizz sloshing around her, soaking into her, softening her, making her part of it. It sloppily churned her up until she was barely solid, Anna grunting and puffing as she jerked herself off the whole time, and in the end that cat got snuffed out with nothing more bit a tight squeeze of plump pig nuts, squishing her down as she was liquefied and turn to a fat load of ball-stuffing cum.

The temptation to just blow her load right there was something Anna had to fight off, slowing her pace until she was just gripping her dick, lightly squeezing it with one hand, admiring the extra heft to her sack, bouncing it a couple times, listening to all that cum jostling around within. A snort, and she turned to look right in the camera, leaving Isa feeling like she was staring directly into his eyes on that screen.

"Two down. Guess that makes you the winner, stubby. Just hang tight. I'll be there for you shortly."

The lynx was still wounded, still dangling, part of him wishing he'd just bleed out and ruin all her fun. It'd be one last act of defiance. He watched her as she vanished through the door, reemerging in Aveza's room after a minute, clad in an apron and gloves, though nothing else, carrying a box of tools. She considered the corpse of the bird hanging there, still dripping, and finally gave a shrug.

"Eh. Ready enough. Time to get you prepped, poultry."

Isa was numb. He wasn't feeling pain, anguish, terror, any of that. Instead, he just remained suspended there, impaled in places, bleeding within his latex prison. Even if he refused to look, he couldn't shut his ears, forced to listen to every last detail of the horrific process of butchery. Anna was humming to herself as she methodically plucked and cleaned the falcon, tossing all his feathers into a bin. She rinsed him off and set to chopping, gutting him, spreading his ribcage open and slicing out the vital organs that had by then gone dormant. Those, she didn't bother throwing out. Those went on slab, and soon, so did he. She trussed him up like a turkey. She seasoned him. She oiled him, painstakingly rubbing it into his bare pink skin. He hardly looked like an elegant falcon any longer. Just like an oversized chicken at the market, and soon enough she was planting him face down on that same slab where he'd started.

It was hardly a proper oven, looking more like it was meant for incinerating a corpse than cooking a meal, but she got the fire going again and slowly eased him into it, staying there to watch a while. It only took a few minutes before he started to crackle and sizzle, the smell of roasting bird filling the room. Anna took a sniff and licked her chops, exaggerating, knowing that Isa was watching, or at least listening. A little chuckle escaped her as she pulled herself out of her apron, removed her gloves, and rubbed at her belly.

"Mmm. You smell him? Your boyfriend's a juicy one. Not much fat on him, but oh well. You know pigs. We'll eat anything."

Isa didn't react. Anna huffed, leaving the falcon's room while he cooked, the aroma spilling into the hall, seeping through the cracks, hitting the lynx's nose. The cat flinched at the smell. It was a good one, a mouth-watering one, and that just made it worse. When he saw the pig enter his room, he found himself briefly ambitious, thinking maybe he could leap off the hooks and attack her somehow. All he managed was to thrash about a bit, opening those wounds again, bleeding on himself. Anna tsked to him, trotting forward to take him by the ribs, hefting him right up and off where he'd impaled himself, pulling him free with a fleshy splurch. The shock of pain that came with the metal pulling from his flesh enough to make him yowl and whimper. She wasn't exactly gentle with him either, tossing him to the floor. Without being able to get his hands up to protect himself, he thudded painfully on his face, groaning and gritting his teeth. Most was numb by then, but for at least a moment, that hurt.

He couldn't so much as kick himself free of her grasp whens he took him by the ankles, tugging his paws upwards as she crouched down above him. It wasn't with admiration that he marvelled at just how enormous her balls were, feeling them grinding against his bare paws, stroking against their taut, plump shape as she bounced and rubbed herself off on his pads and toes. It was more something like horror, shock, disbelief that the crude, murderous pig could be so ridiculously endowed. Even more so now that she had churned up the leopardess. There wasn't a single trace of that shrunken cat left. Not a bone, not even a tuft of fur. She was fully pig cum, sloshing about as Anna humped the lynx's feet, working herself up to a heavily pulsing state, dripping down onto latex-coated feline thighs.

"Nngh," came her regular grunt, followed by something more piggish. She gripped his ankle hard, pressing his paw firmly into her sack, lightly thrusting. "Feel how big they got? That's your friend sloshing around in there. I melted her right down. And I'm gonna jizz her out inside you."

She was on top of him in moments, thudding her oversized balls on his lower back, rubbing at him through the latex. She wasn't overly strong, but there was such power in her fingers. Every touch had him squirming, directed at his muscles just right, making him twitch in his bindings. She was humping at him all the while, violating him with that bloated dick, thumping her nuts on him. He could outright hear them sloshing by then, pumped full of cum thanks to the melted leopardess. She'd already murdered two of his good friends, and now she was having her way with him. At least the latex outfit prevented her from actually touching him directly, or at least he thought as much. After all he'd endured, it was feeling her toying with a zipped just above his tailbase that finally broke him, leaving him tearing up and lightly shivering with sobs of defeat and horror there beneath her.

It didn't dissuade her. She exposed him just enough, leaving him confined in latex but for the bare rise of his rump, and that meant she could shove her dick right between his cheeks with an unsubtle thud. Humping a few times, she was already spurting, already leaking an absolute mess of precum while she pinned him, planting her hands on his shoulders to make sure he didn't go anywhere. His quiet weeping echoed up through his breathing tube, wheezing and rattling, barely getting enough air. Especially when she teasingly pressed her thumb over the opening, leaving him desperately gasping for a few seconds, shaking beneath him, briefly suffocated before he was left to gasp again when she released it. All that squirming meant plenty of grinding on her dick, and she kept pressing it up against him, prodding, slowly stretching his hole, making such a mess of his fur and skin that she was lubed enough to fuck him.

She wasn't wrong when she teased about it. Her dick was bigger than the falcon's, bigger than any the lynx had ever taken before. He was left to cry out and clench his teeth as she penetrated him, taking his time adjusting to her size. That was time she hardly gave him, sinking in, deeper and deeper, until she could rub her nuts right up against his, letting him feel just how much bigger hers were. A few taps and thuds, and she loosened him up, at least giving him that much time. Or maybe she was just angling for the best possible pounding, her weight heavy on his back and shoulders, further restricting his breathing. He thought she might just crush him to death beneath her, lazily lying over top of him. It wasn't a struggle, she didn't have to subdue him. He was good as defeated, and she could use him however she liked. They both knew that.

He heard her tongue as much as felt it, sloppily dragging over the side of his head, slurping with enough force she got spit in his eye. Closing them tight, he just did his best to endure, and to breathe, getting the air fucked right out of him by the forceful slams of her hips. It started slow, but she wasn't going gentle. She was rutting him senseless, pounding herself into him, plunging her entire cock beneath his short tail over and over until he felt like his hips were going to shatter from the forceful impact. She was definitely bruising his ass with those repeated spanks, slapping him numb with her fat sack, thumping the sweat off them, only to replace it as she launched to a brutal pace. She was grunting in his ear, maybe even exaggerating the sound just for the sake of reminding him with every thrust that he was getting fucked hard by a pig. It felt good enough to make his sheath twitch, the stirring showing beneath the tight latex, but that as aroused as he got, his anguish drowning out all else.

She was going at such a pace by the end that she was bending him backwards every time she slammed herself forth, burying balls-deep, slapping in shorter and shorter motions, the ambient heat rising to such a level the screens were fogging over. All the footage was going to be slightly blurred, just painting the scene of sweaty depravity in a lewder light as she rutted herself to a peak inside him, snugly shoving her prey-filled nuts up against his butt so he could feel them twitching and going taut, churning up a load fat enough to bulge her dick as she pumped it into him. An explosion of cum sent his belly to stretching within seconds, left to listen to the pig outright growling in his ear, swelling him with her seed to the sound of stretching latex. The outfit felt like it was going to burst before long. His belly wanted to keep expanding, but the material proved stronger, to the point where he couldn't hold it inside himself any longer. She was still pumping, still unloading, sloppily thumping in and out of his overflowing ass a few times while her cock flexed and bulged, spurting deep inside him, stretching him to his limit until he was coughing up her cum. Which proved hazardous when he barely had any room to breathe as it was.

Her seed went flowing up that breathing tube, finally erupting out the other end like a fountain, and all the while, he was drowning. It was welled up in his mask, leaving him immersed, submerged, unable to breathe. Any desperate gasps just had him inhaling her cum the more, spurting it out the tube, or those tiny eyeholes. That wasn't enough to clear him any breathing room, and he was soon panicking, his chest burning, his belly strained and stretched, his body convulsing as she kept on fucking him right through his suffocation. Just in case he managed to save himself, she plugged that tube with her thumb, planting her hand over his eyeholes, sealing him in that chamber of musk, his senses overloaded, his head spinning, his throat clogged and not clearing no matter how hard he tried to cough up that fat load. He was choking, gagging, growing faint, numb, but never losing his state of panic. That wasn't how he wanted to die.

As he faded, she leaned down as close to his confined ear as she could get, speaking her words with lust.

"You're gonna drown in pig jizz, kitty. And then I'm gonna eat your boyfriend. Every last bite. And maybe you'll be dinner tomorrow."

Those were going to be the last words he ever heard. She kept her dick in his backside the whole time, laying herself over him, gripping him tightly, keeping his breathing holes plugged for a full minute. Then a second. He was barely twitching by then, his head slumped down. No more choking, merely convulsing, violently shaking all over settling into a slow, dying rattle. His toes curled, then relaxed, and he slumped down fully with a heavy sigh. Anna couldn't help herself. She pounded him as hard as she could, giving just a dozen thumps inside his dying form before cumming inside him all over again. That was what it took to finally snap the latex, his cum-swollen belly finally breaking through the outfit, but it was too late. He was sprawled out limply, his chest still, his muscles dying down until he was utterly motionless. A ruined, broken, bloody mess beneath her, cum slowly leaking from his mask, snuffed out by the potency of her orgasm. She pulled out and picked herself up slowly, spraying a few ropes of cream over his corpse, before just sighing and letting her shoulders slump in satisfaction.

"Looks like you lost after all," she teased, more to the camera than anything else. "Maybe I'll make a loincloth out of your pretty fur later. For now - it's dinner time.."

She clomped away, dripping, soaked, an utter mess, but hardly caring. She'd won. Her first multi-victim game, and they were all dead and done, and she had a feast waiting for her to celebrate. It wasn't the most luxurious of dining settings, but that bird was still a beautiful, golden roast by the time she returned to him, rolling that slab out of the oven. There were a few dark burn marks around the edges of his skin, but she hardly cared about that much. She was a pig, and he was food. He was steaming there before her eyes, and she knew she ought to let him cool down, but she was nearly drooling on herself just to look at him. She simply had to fetch her best carving knife and slice into his flavourful flesh, cutting herself a meaty piece of white meat from his chest. She took her first bite with relative modesty, but her second was faster, hungrier. That just continued, until she was ready to just tear into him with her bare hands. Her belly had been empty for a while in anticipation of her meal, rumbling with urgency, driving her into a nearly feral state as she gnawed the meat from his bones. And even those didn't last.

Within minutes she was soaked in the juices of her meal, letting them run down her chin and chest while she stuffed her belly with the bird, one bite at a time. He'd been nearly as large as her, but that didn't bother her. She chomped on his arms and tore the cooked bones from their sockets, crunching through them with depraved hunger. Her eyes were only half-open. She was letting taste and texture guide her, rewarded for her ravenousness with that rich flavour in her senses. Such tender meat for a bird of prey, juicy, hardly as tough as she'd suspected he might be. That wouldn't have stopped her either, but it might at least have slowed her down. She went chewing up along his thighs, stripping the meat from his calves, crushing through his shins and kneecaps to lick her way to the marrow within. She wasn't wasteful. Even when her belly was swollen to the point she had to bend right down over her meal so it wouldn't squish against the side of the slab, she hardly went any slower. She picked his bones clean and she ate those too, loudly crunching and chewing like a rabid animal. When it was done, there was little more than a stain where he used to be, and she was rounded and swollen to the point she could barely heft her gut with both hands.

Some part of her still wanted more, but mostly she was slumping down against a wall, giving a belch as she relaxed and let herself digest her feast. She'd eaten the entire bird, but for his head. It would have made a good trophy, but she wasn't stupid. She'd burn it up along with the rest of the evidence once she was done. Pride is what got killers caught. She knew that much. And she was just going to keep doing this, over and over, for as long as it still brought her pleasure. Going by that session, and how much cum she'd already pumped out over the span of a single evening, yeah. It was going to keep feeling good. She almost couldn't rest, for all the ideas running through her head, ambitions for her next kills, her next blatantly rigged games, but she knew she needed to take it easy for a time. She had plenty of work to do, taking apart her traps, burning the last traces of her victims, and ... disposing of the evidence. She rubbed smoothly over her gut a few more times, admiring the shapely bulge of a hugely satisfying meal, listening to the heavy churns going to work on that fire-cooked bird. Then she finally let herself nod off, just for a short while, so she could recover a little energy for the next steps.

When she awoke, it was with a little snort, her paranoia snapping her out of that restful sleep, half expecting to find someone had intruded. The alarms would have told her that, but she still wondered, for half a moment. It was all quiet. It would have been unsettling for anyone but her, but she just grinned, listening to the faint drip of blood or cum in the distance. Whatever particular mess it was. She knew there was a lot of work to do, that she couldn't just revel in her kills all night, but before she got to any of that, she had to attend to her natural processes. In her sleep, she'd grown fat, going from a generally plump but somewhat fit look to something much more padded thanks to the rapid working of her digestive system. She wasn't looking forward to fitting into her work clothes the next day, though she had to admire the extra heft for a while, squeezing and kneading at the padding Aveza had given her. She'd ruined him, melted him, transformed him into more pork, into fat on a pig's body, jiggling away as she walked. If it wasn't for the rising urgency grumbling in her gut, she would have found a mirror to admire herself, but she was instead trotting off down the hall to a still-working bathroom.

Sitting her fattened ass down, she stretched her arms above her head, wiggled a bit, making sure she was comfortable. She was going to be there for a while, she knew. A squeeze, a grunt, and she was shitting Aveza out, letting him reemerge into the water below as a hefty mess of waste. It wasn't pretty. Far from his previous elegance, he was thick pig shit, a ruined shadow of his former self, swirling in the water as Anna flushed him down, or at least the first few pounds of him. Fully disposing of him took the better part of an hour, the pig grunting and flexing out the very last of him, a few slightly brittle traces of his bones tickling but not irritating her on the way out. Her belly had done some fine work on him, not even disturbed by digesting that much meat at once, and in the end he amounted to nothing more than four flushes of pig shit, dragged down to the pipes below after that final and humiliating treatment.

Cleaning up those rooms took time, of course. There was plenty to dismantle, and plenty more to scrub off the walls. For a pig, she kept her kill rooms tidy. Mainly to be sure there was no evidence to scrape should someone actually manage to stumble upon her den of murder - without falling into one of the many booby traps waiting for them. Unlikely, but still a possibility. She cut Isa out of the latex, and dragged him to a freezer, leaving him strung up with a hook through his upper back, wrapped in plastic. She was still far too full to even think about eating again, but she'd be back for him, in time. Regular meat only satisfied for so long. Butchering and eating a person just tasted better, somehow, knowing all they used to be, all she had taken from them.

When she was finally done, she was soaked with sweat, and the shower she had in one of those abandoned bathrooms was among the most satisfying she'd ever felt. She spent plenty of time in there just admiring herself, enjoying how fat the falcon had made her, or that added plumpness to her nuts from the leopard's demise, still not quite down to their regular size. Extra padding were the only trophies she needed. And maybe that would sate her for a while, letting her return to work, as that antisocial but seemingly harmless machinist that she appeared to be. But soon her bloodlust would be back, and the games would begin anew. She already had so many ideas.