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_ ~WARNING! This story features extreme content including, rape, blood, and dismemberment. If you can't handle that, then don't read it. For those or you who couldn't give a crap less, enjoy.~ _

It's the last day of my two week captivity. Each day leading up to this one I have been yiffed by thirty horny wolves with one mission. To get as much semen inside me as possible, and extract as much of my own as they can. They have succeeded in making my belly balloon out so it's a chore to simply stand. At the end of each day Dan would clean me up, and feed me something to keep me semi-healthy. Dan is the only one of the wolves that ever bothered to help me up after I've been fucked half the day. If it weren't for the fact that he's my captor, I might actually like him...

But enough of that. These wolves started forcing me to do coke. At first I didn't like it. But then I realized that it takes some of the pain away and makes me feel numb. I think I'm addicted to it actually. I look forward to taking it each day. But that doesn't matter now. This is my last day, and they're probably going to kill me. Normally, I would be terrified of this thought, but since I've been used as a fuck doll for so many furs, all I want to do is crawl into a six foot deep hole and die. No more pain, no more mental torture. It'll be all over.

The only thing I have to worry about is what's going to happen before they kill me. I've figured it out over the past week what they plan. They're going to all screw me one last time. Then they're going to make some type of stew from the cum they've harvested from me, my blood, and... some of my flesh. I'm only hoping that they give me enough coke so I don't feel it. What they do after I die doesn't concern me. All I care about is getting it done and over with.

Right now, I'm laying awake in bed, on my side. Dan is behind me, one arm around my over stuffed belly. He's been sleeping with me. I don't mind. He's actually a huge comfort at night. He keeps me warm, and gives me a feeling of safety to some degree. Yes, he is my captor, but he still helps me, and makes me feel just a little bit better. He hasn't tried yiffing me either. I mean, I can feel his morning wood poking me in the back just like every morning. He just kind of ignores it. I'm thankful for that. I don't need my already abused hole getting abused even more. Especially without having any coke yet...

I can feel Dan stirring in his sleep. His arm around my belly hugs me tighter for a second before releasing again. He nuzzles the back of my head. I turn my head so I can rub my cheek against his muzzle. Some might think it's weird that I'm so willingly snuggling with one of the guys that's going to eventually kill me. I don't see it that way though. The way I see it, this is probably going to be the last intimate physical contact I'll ever have. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

"Mmm. How's my little lion doing today?" I just groan and whine a little bit. That suffices to tell him how bad my tailhole burns, and how upset my stomach feels. By now it's nothing new, but it's still uncomfortable. In response, Dan gives me a little squeeze. "Don't worry little guy. This is the last day. You'll probably be let go. You'll be free to leave." Leave? I don't want to leave. I want to die.

I whine a little. It's rare for me to talk. Instead, I usually whine or moan. It keeps me from having to open up. I'm still not comfortable talking to Dan. He might have been nice to me these past two weeks, but I still don't like talking with him.

"You don't want to be free? But why?"

I can't answer with a simple whine. Instead I whisper, "I want to die."

Dan stays quiet for a little while, than; "I don't blame you." He kisses my head. "Sorry, lil' guy. There isn't anything I can do. I'm only an omega."

I sigh. I can't say what's next with less than five words. "You don't have to listen to him. To Mr. Alpha. You're better than him. You should be Alpha."

Dan chuckles. "It's not that easy Tony. Our system doesn't hold elections. We hold fights. Only the strongest can be Alpha."

"That's a stupid system... Leadership should be determined by moral and character, not physical strength."

"I know. But that's why you lions stay in power. Because you have what us wolves don't."

"Lion blood?"

Dan lets out a small chuckle, like he's uncomfortable with the thought. "No. We don't have that morality in us. That's why we need you, Tony."

I answer almost immediately, having thought about this before. "You don't need me. You need to become moral on your own. Morality isn't magic. It's something you learn from people around you. It's something you find in your heart." I press my paw where his heart should be.

Dan opens his muzzle, then closes it. Apparently speechless. It's almost a full minute before he talks again. "That's the most I've heard you say at one time." I roll my eyes. It's hopeless to try and convince any wolf that they're wrong. Oh well. It doesn't matter much now. All I can do is close my eyes and wait for it to be over.

Dan crawls out of bed and walks to the door. "I'm cooking breakfast. You can come out when your ready." And with that he leaves. I sigh and roll over. As per usual I don't like to get out of bed. Not only does my butt hurt as though it was bruised, but my over stuffed tummy makes me feel sick. However much I detest getting out of bed though, I know I don't have a choice, so after about fifteen minutes I finally roll out of bed onto my footpaws. I hug my tummy and try not to wince at the pain in my tailhole as I walk to the kitchen.

Dan and Greg are waiting for me in there, sitting opposite to each other, at the kitchen table sipping coffee as if they were just another average family or something. I take the seat in between them and pick up a slice of toast from the plate in the center of the table. Greg gives me a weird look, like he couldn't wait to desecrate my body more than he already has. Dan gives me a small smile.

"Are you ready for today? It'll be your last day, then you can leave." Say's Dan. I don't say anything. I just look down and eat my toast. Then I feel a slap on the back of my head strong enough to make me see stars.

"He asked you a question, you best be answering it." Greg said.

I whine and whimper a bit. "S-s-sorry s-sir. Y-yes, I am r-ready." My defencelessness must have satisfied Greg enough. He leans back in his chair.

"Greg, you don't have to be so mean. If you can't tell, he's had a bad few weeks."

"I'd shut my trap and stay out of it if I were you Dan. I'm the Alpha. I'm in charge here." Dan opens his muzzle as though he was going to defy Greg but shuts it soon after, seeming to have decided against it. "That's what I thought. Now get the cum bag ready for the ceremony." With that Greg walks out of the room. I set down my half eaten slice of toast. Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore.

"I'm sorry Tony..." Dan gets up and walks to the cupboard where he pulls out a small tin, then he puts it on the table. "I'm going to give you a little more today than usual. It should help with what's going to come." He opens the tin and pulls out a small bag filled with white powder, a razor blade, and a straw. He then proceeds to pour the powder on the table and chop it finer than what it is. Now, don't get me wrong, I've always been against drugs, but I'm willing to make an exception given the circumstances. I mean, if you were getting your tailhole stretched wider than it ever should go, wouldn't you want to be high enough not to really feel it? That's why I don't feel bad, or guilty when I snort that white powder and feel that burning in my nose. Because it helps block out the pain. It helps keep my mind off of what's happening to my body.

It doesn't take long for the stuff to kick in. Before I know it, I'm seeing sounds, and only vaguely aware of Dan's hands picking me up and carrying me into the sacrificial room. Moments later I'm being bound to a table. My arms and legs get tied down. This is different than usual. Usually I'm allowed to stay free. But with all the coke going through my body, I can't really compute whats happening. From an outside view, I'm sure I can be seen staring up at the ceiling with a stupid expression on my face and drool dripping down my cheek.

What happens next is all a big blur. The usual wolves crowd into the room, but this time they come walk in two by two, wearing brown robes. The first furs in line carry a large pot and a propane burner as well as all the semen they've collected from me. They put the pot and burner down right in front of me, by my feet. The cum they put on a separate table. Two by two they filed in, all chanting something I couldn't hear properly, what with everything going through my system and all. After everyone was in and swaying to the chants, the Alpha dog stood near me and raised his paws. The chanting stopped, but the swaying continued.

The Alpha speaks, but his words are muffled in my mind. I can make out something to do with the final step to international something or other, and something else about blood and flesh uniting with the essence of whatever to form an elixir of sorts. I'm too out of it to make heads or tails of what's being said. It isn't long before the wolves crowd around me and take their turns with me one last time. I can barely feel my tailhole being stretched past it's limits for the zillionth time. My whole body is maneuvered by these wolves with no resistance on my end.

What seems like only a few minutes, but is probably closer to a few hours, goes by before everyone finishes with me. They all form a circle around the room like they were, except for the Alpha and Dan. With a motion from the Alpha, Dan goes to a control pad and makes the table I'm strapped to tilt up and over the pot. Cum starts dripping down and out of my tailhole. I let it flow. My tummy decreases in size, but not by much. After a few moments Dan pours the cum that they collected from me into the pot. Then he picks up a saw-zall. One of those reciprocating saws. He sets the blade against my fur, a few inches below my knee. He doesn't pull the trigger though. The Alpha starts yelling at Dan before taking the saw and pushing Dan onto the floor, out of the way.

The Alpha puts the blade against my fur. This time, he doesn't hesitate. Now I'll take a moment to stop right here and tell you how effective that cocaine is in my system. I can feel a numb pain while I'm getting raped by these wolves. I can feel a sharp but bearable pain when I cut myself with a knife. What I'm feeling right now, is beyond words. My loud cries go unheeded. The pain is so much that, with all the blood flowing from my leg, I'm close to passing out. I wish I would. I wish I would just die right then and there. But I don't. It's not long after I get close to passing out, when I hear a splash and a trickle. My heart beats faster at the sound of that, and the realization of what it means. That makes the trickling get faster.

All of the sudden, through the tears and crying coming from me, I hear a bang, I see some smoke, and I hear several pops. Though my vision is blurry from the pain, the tears, and the coke, I can still see the shapes of several furs entering the room. The wolves scatter, some dropping to the ground dead. I can feel something, someone touching my body. Trying to stop the bleeding. The last thing I see before my vision goes black is the blur of a light tanish color picking me up and running out of the room into the cold, bright outside world.