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My parents wept as they took me to the shop in my underwear, all I had in this world. Even though I was walking to my death, I was glad there were so few eyes upon me this early. We almost made it to the shop when one of my friends, a tiger, jogged nearby. She stumbled when she recognized me and rushed toward us. My lack of clothes revealed what was about to happen. No doubt word would spread and every guy she ever knew would come to inspect my naked body hanging on a hook. Some would fondle me. Worse, they might taunt me. My friend gripped my arm. "You didn't tell me." Tell her what? She knew I was a first-born, slated to die as food. The holes in my ears had marked me for all the world to see. Then her question made sense. "I wanted my last days to be normal, no crying." She shook her head, held out her hands, and blocked our way. "Maybe my family could buy you. Would you feel better knowing it was a friend?" I wasn't really sure it would be better. She couldn't give me the pleasure I hoped for at the end, although her older brother probably could. Still, I might be too embarrassed to orgasm in front of someone I knew. It would just be a more painful end for me, and they would have to live with the burden of not fulfilling their obligation to their meal. My parents shook their heads. Their bloodshot eyes were wet with tears. "We must go now." They grabbed my arms and pulled me past her. My loin cloth slipped as we dashed for the butcher shop. I couldn't do anything about it because my parents held my arms tight as if restraining a wild animal. They knew I wouldn't run. The fate of runners was much worse. But maybe they thought I might break. Really, it might have been them holding me that gave me the strength to stay. I pulled up my loin cloth as my father opened the door. There was a naked male hanging from ropes in the front window. Hooded and without any fur, I couldn't identify his species. He was breathing. Otherwise, I would have thought he was dead. Knowing I would be beside him in moments made me shiver. A bell rang as the door closed behind us. The shopkeeper’s footsteps behind the curtained off backroom echoed louder. I backed away from the large front window into the shadows. The shopkeeper, a bear, quickly surveyed us and knew why a family of prey were here. He hardly looked at me then took me by the elbow and made me stand on a scale. He gave my parents a few coins and a receipt. I could have made a dash for the door. But his touch was warm and gentle and his eyes looked kind. "She's mine now. You don't want to see this, so get out." His voice was soft, but his words shook my resolve. My parents mouthed their silent apologies and left. "Come." He took me by the wrist to the back room. A long metal table was in the center with knives and cleavers hanging down around it. At the back wall were four large cages and a huge stove. His strong hands gripped my throat and squeezed. Nothing I did could break his iron grip. Points of light filled my vision, and my head was about to explode. He let go. He bared his teeth and those kind eyes narrowed to menacing slits. "I can sell you as hamburger if I wish. You are not a person anymore, not even an animal. You're meat for hungry predators. You will not speak or make any noise. Your pain and your pleasure are mine. If I don't give you food, you starve.” He grabbed my elbow and shoved me to stand over a drain near the corner of the room where hoses, ropes and pulleys hung from the ceiling. He slid a box across the floor to my feet. "Kneel." I didn't hesitate. Dread filled me as he moved behind me. My parents told me nothing about what would happen to me one day, but I watched. You saw them in butcher shop windows, silent, hooded, hanging in uncomfortable positions. It was easy for others to think they weren't people. They were faceless, furless, silent ghosts, here one minute, gone the next. Sometimes you saw them being led on leashes, being taken for a meal. No one in this world cared about them, or me anymore. Extending my life a day or two by not angering the shopkeeper was my only hope. He ripped off my nightgown. My last possession had been destroyed as worthless. I was meat. I'd never wear clothes again. Another piece of my personhood was ripped from me. "Open your mouth wide." I saw what he was going to put in my mouth and shuddered. He jabbed his fingers in my mouth and forced my jaw wide. I gagged as the tube went down my throat and the rubber ball spread my jaw until I thought it would break. Saliva dripped off my nose as he pushed my neck down on top of a crate and tied my hands behind my back. He spread my legs and tied a bar between them. His fingers dug into my vagina. Sparks filled the darkness behind my closed eyes. My body quivered as it weakened against his knuckles. After a few burning minutes, he removed his hand. Turning on a hose, he sprayed me down and scrubbed me hard with a brush. When he tied a rope around my ankles, I trembled at the possibilities. The rope pulled me off the floor to hang by my heels. He took a small knife from the center table and shaved off all the fur on my body, leaving only my face. The temperature of the room went from comfortable to chilly in minutes. His cold hands inspected every orifice. He plunged a brush into a bucket of dark oil and scrubbed me. It tickled at first, but soon I was shivering. It was a strangely erotic sensation to feel the slightest breeze across my furless skin. He clipped a price tag to my groin so tight it burned. He lowered me to the floor and untied me. "Stand up and walk to the front window." I looked down, expecting to see blood. I was bright red, but there was no bleeding. My shaking legs almost buckled beneath me as I shuffled toward the box he placed in front of the display window. He helped me up onto the box and hung a rope with hooks from the ceiling above me. Next, he fastened leather straps around my wrists and ankles. A hook swung in front of my face. I knew where that would end up and shuddered thinking about that in me, but I was a meat now. My body was not under my command. He stretched my arms up to the top hook. Standing this close to the window, everyone walking by would see me. I instinctively tried to keep the hook out of me as it was shoved up my butt. Steeling my resolve, I spread my anus and welcomed it into me. He pulled my feet off the box and attached them to the lowest hook. It took effort to balance the pain between my arms, legs, and ass. I was now hanging like the male beside me. The twisting rope turned me slowly back and forth as if showing me off to customers passing by on the street. How long before my muscles gave out or the ropes began cutting? My legs tried to kick as the shopkeeper shoved several dry carrots into my vagina. My breath came in short, shuddering gasps for several minutes and tears poured down my cheeks. "Keep those thighs spread. Don't break those greens." He shook the carrot tops sticking out of me. He put a hood over my head. I could see through the cloth dimly. He turned me toward the door, twisting the rope. When he let go, the rope slowly turned me back to the window then further until I faced the hanging man beside me. His head turned toward me. The effect I had on him was obvious. Now that I was shaved, how sensitive would I be to have his thick penis plunging into me? This caused a welcome bit of lubrication in my sore groin, so I concentrated on him for more. My vagina dripped onto my feet, but that dream would forever be denied me as this was as close as we would ever get. Faces I recognized passing by outside stopped to look at me spread out and helpless for all their appetites. After a few minutes, the bright light through the window burned my bare skin. Despite being expertly shaved, I itched. It was made worse by a fly intent on examining every inch of my body. I was unable to give myself any relief from this torture. Every muscle trembled and sweat dripped off me. I welcomed the shadow of those who came to stare at me. Then I saw my parents across the street watching and crying. Tears of shame dripped from my cheeks. Hour after hour, the ropes twisted me back and forth between the male and window. My parents watched from across the street. I shivered every time someone entered the shop. Sweat dripped from me if they inspected me. Every muscle in my back, arms, and legs was cramping. Tears of pain and shame dripped down my breasts. I trembled at each customer who touched me or sniffed me, knowing it might be my end. The shopkeeper snarled, “Looks like no one wants you." He slapped the male's back. Stepping behind me, he lifted my feet out of the ropes and onto a box he placed below me. Why was he doing something to me? Standing felt so good, I almost didn't care. He pulled the hook from my butt and released my hands. He moved the box a little closer to the male and pointed. "On your knees." The shopkeeper tied my hands to my feet and spread my legs. He shoved my face into the male's groin. I opened my mouth, anticipating his next command. The shopkeeper removed my gag then tied a rope around the back of my neck and the male's thighs so I could not move my lips up and down the male's penis but had him in my throat. Tears dripped on my forehead. The male was crying. It was commonly understood that the last moments of a meat should be pleasant, but there were no guarantees. "Suck." I could only move my tongue and not so much suck. It became ever harder not to gag on the swelling penis. I moved my tongue slowly under the watchful eye of the shopkeeper. Without warning, the muscles in the male's groin bunched and cum shot into my throat. I stopped and received a kick. "Stop again and you'll be next." His orgasm done, the male thrashed as my tongue pushed against his tip. His stomach bulged and sucked in. I dared not stop and closed my ears and eyes to the cheering crowd outside. The male was in pain, and I was causing it. I hated that I was being used this way. But I was a meat now. All choice had been taken from me. Every moment I was allowed to live would be for the pleasure of my owner. Even so, every push of my tongue hurt me almost as much as the male. I could only push harder and faster, hoping to speed the male's release from pain. Who would end me? Would they be merciful? It was a thin hope and beyond my control. I pushed as fast and as hard as possible. I heard it more than felt it, a wet crack. The thrashing ceased. The male's pulse in his throbbing penis was gone. I sucked until the shopkeeper untied me from the male and seated me on the floor, a bloody club in one hand. He cut the male down and dragged him to the back. The sounds hinted at what I knew must be happening. The male was being skinned, chopped, his bones boiled. It was nearly an hour before the shopkeeper came back and hung me up. I sobbed for the male and for my shame for my part in his death. Now, I was alone. People came and went from the shop, some inspected me. Each time the front door behind me opened, delicious cool air washed across my sweaty body. A customer potentially meant a sale and my death. How long had the male been here, Days, taken off, put back on day after day? This and death were all that was left. I'd been hanging here for only a few hours, but now I understood. He had been ready to move on. Now, I was too. The bell above the front door chimed as the rope turned me to see a lion. He sniffed me. "This one will do." The shopkeeper took me down. "You want to take her alive or dead?" "Alive, please." My legs and back were weak and trembling, but I stood. The shopkeeper hobbled my feet, tied my hands behind my back, and attached a leash. The lion paid and gave me a tug. We walked out. I heard my name. My parents ran up to me, begging for forgiveness. Hot shame washed over me to have them see me like this. Gagged and hooded, I couldn't speak to tell them I forgave them, nor could I slow down. One growl from the lion sent them away. Only taking short steps, it was hard to keep up. The hood blinded me to obstacles in the street, so I bashed my toes several times. I had to hop to catch up with the lion or be dragged. After a few minutes of walking, I felt pressure in my bladder which built to a pain where there was nothing I could do but release. But because I was walking, the process backed up inside me almost as much as it pushed out. People stopped to stare as I hopped and tripped to my death, leaving a wet trail behind me. I was grateful for the hood as I passed a friend who walked by without recognition. Further up the road ahead, The garnishes inside me burned and the rope around my ankles chafed with each step, yet I almost came as the tingling between my legs intensified. The bottom of my feet were raw when we got to his house. I wanted to get this over with. He removed the hood and gag, walked me to the dinner table set for a large formal dinner, and helped me up to the center. All around were plates with heavy cleavers beside. He positioned me on my back and scrubbed the dirt from my feet. It might have tickled had everything else not burned so fiercely. A lioness gave me a once over and nodded approvingly, put an apple in my mouth, and handed the male a bowl. The male placed a rolled towel behind my neck and dipped a hand into the bowl, gently pushing my chin back until my nose touched the table. His warm hand spread the oil down my neck. Something about baring my neck felt so submissive, so vulnerable, that fantasies flooded my brain. The basil scented oil warmed and soothed my skin. His strong, rough fingers massaged the knots from every muscle, starting with my shoulders, arms, sides. As he oiled my breasts my groin dripped onto my tail. He reached under me and spread oil up and down my back. I enjoyed each second. When he came to my pussy, I was close to an orgasm. He removed the carrot the shopkeeper left and walked away for a frustrating minute. He returned with ropes and chords in hand. He slipped a leather chord behind my back. I flinched at the unexpected pinch as he clipped something to the lips of my pussy and stretched me wide. It wasn't what I wanted, but it increased my feelings of vulnerability. I almost orgasmed at my thoughts alone. Other than a few drops of oil, he left that part alone and moved down my legs. My body screamed to be touched as he tied ropes around my ankles and wrists, but my mind, what little still functioned, grew nervous, guessing this would be what killed me. He tied a rope around my neck, but when he pulled the knot tight, it didn't choke me. The heavy knot rested on my outstretched chin. He walked around the table pulling and tying the ropes to table legs. There was enough slack that I could move just a little. With the oil dripping off me, I slid on the tabletop. It only increased the erotic sensations. Then he pulled the ropes around my neck taught. I felt a slight strain all the way up and down my spine. His warm, strong hands lifted my butt and slid a soft block just above my tail, holding my most private parts up for all to admire, but also making it impossible to take more than a tiny breath. As I lay there panting, the female pushed a heavy bowl between my thighs. The sound of liquid pulled into a baster ignited excitement in me. The pressure of the baster entering my anus was not what I hoped for. The weight of the fluid in my bowel was pleasant and painful at the same time. The male's strong hand was quick to stop my body as it tried to push the fluid back out. The two worked skillfully, pushing more and more of this heavy fluid into me until my body was pushing uncontrollably. Something wider than the baster pushed into me. When it popped in, it was far more than I could push out. Then the baster pressed exactly where I wanted it. I felt the heavenly release. My body tensed on the edge of orgasm. And that is how they left me. My whole body was tingling and dripping with desire, but I couldn't grind on anything or touch myself. My body hungered for the orgasm even though it would make me pant. But having my neck bent backward made it hard to breathe, and the gag kept me from breathing through my mouth. Keeping my back arched helped a bit. I wouldn't be able to hold this position after an orgasm. I lay there for maybe an hour in this mid-orgasm pose before guests started arriving. Voices nearby said how tasty I looked. My fantasies of my last orgasm were always something intimate. Could I even orgasm in front of a crowd? I was being sniffed and squeezed by males and females. They seated themselves all around me. "These are pretty feet," said a small voice. "Can I have one?" How was there a cub at the table? I didn't think it was appropriate for them to see a death or an orgasm. My brain fought back at my body's burning desire. But I was prepared for their pleasure, not my own. "Soon," his mother cooed. "It looks like a rabbit." "It was once." Something was dripping on my tail. It may have been the sauce or my own juices, but to have strangers inspecting my helpless, overstimulated body sent my mind reeling. There were no rational thoughts as my brain was flooded by shame, fear, and lust. They really didn't see me as a person. I had to let go of my personhood. Why, after all I'd been through today, did I still cling to a fragment of self. "Everyone decide on what part you want," the female host chimed. Dozens of hands pressed and squeezed my body from every side. Small teeth pierced my skin on my ankle. There was a slap and the teeth pulled out. "Behave. Pull, but don't bite until you're told." The lion's husky voice silenced the chatter. "Let's begin." He placed a wet cloth over my face. In seconds, my stomach rhythmically sucked in and bulged as I tried to breathe. Hands pressed my body down from every side. Rough fingers pushed into my pussy and tickled my clit. My clenched pelvic muscles quickly surrendered to the stimulation. The orgasm was intense, sending every muscle pulling against the ropes. My eyes bulged at the tidal wave of pleasure and pain. My heart hammered in my chest, neck, and head. Sparks filled the darkness behind my eyelids. My body grew tired, and I relaxed into the glow as awareness faded.