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This story series contains non-consensual sex between two anthropomorphic male wolves, as well as mature subject matter and themes. If your underage, quit breaking the law, kiddy. Official Keywords for this story are: M/M, Wolf, Wolf, Rape, Docking, Cock and Balls Torture, Humiliation, Horror, BDSM, Weird. The keyword 'Weird' encompasses the unofficial keywords: Pseudo-Snuff, Pseudo-Castration, Mental and Physical Torture, Blackmail, Revenge, Voyeurism, Dream, Supernatural, Crossdressing, Chemical Use, Personal Redemption, and Suggested Incest. If any of these themes offends or disgusts you, then for the Love of Gods stop reading this.

Given those keywords, I expect this story's viewer rating to plunge like a rock, however, I would rather write a controversial yiff story with mature themes for a few special furs (you know who you are), than a cookie cutter love story for the masses that receives a high score. If your interested in the latter, feel free to check out my story series 'Eternal Corruption of the Spotless Mind'.

After reading Lykos Bane's excellent story series 'The Cabin', and Copperfieldbunny's interesting, but somewhat flawed story series "Let the Games Begin", I decided switch gears slightly and to try my paw at the furry horror genre. Consider this story to be my Anti-Thesis to Lykos Bane's awesome depiction of Shock/Movie Horror, which in my eyes is Psychological/Suspense Horror. The characters Grylor is copyright himself, and the character Two Skins is copyright Eldyran. This is what happens to furs who Taunt Happy Fun Ball(tm) !!!

Dinner Date - Part III - Just Deserts

2006 by Eldyran

Two Skins dreamed. It was more accurate to say the vision he received was a nightmare. He stared at the horrific scene before his wide, trembling, now cobalt blue eyes, and was overcome with the mad urge to claw them out of his own skull. Pillars of fire dotted the hellscape before him, and swept over the scorched, pitted landscape, swirling up to lick at the shattered, starless sky. Gutted structures of melted steel and glass bent at non-euclidean angles like broken teeth in the maw of Hell. The ruined husks of Sodam and Amora lay before him in the desert of misery like the bleached bones of a carnal Leviathan.

Churning clouds of pulverized silicon, metal, and bone tore at the blasted terrain, pealing the fur from his exposed, raw skin. Even the agonizing screech of this gale could not silence the shrieks of the demented, torments souls as a legion of cenobites tended their suffering flocks; piercing them, slashing them, pleasuring them. A guttural, seductive growl behind him caused the anguished lupine to turn around, abject terror in his azure eyes. The jaguar cenobite Pinhead stared impartially at the cowering lupine; dried blood from the pins in his skull ran down his fur, his serrated leather trench flapping in the unrelenting tempest.

"Is it not everything you desired, coveted? Your yearnings, works are well known to us. Your glutenous meals of carnality, punishment have lead you here. We promise your just deserts will be just as sweet, bitter. Your palate will gush with the horrors I am about to show you ..." Two Skins dropped to his knees, clawing madly at his face.

"I never touched Lemarchand's box!" Pinhead's black, soulless eyes looked down at the grieving wolf, who held his bleeding, empty eye sockets.

"The puzzle box exists within you. Only by your own very paws do you slide the first piece into position. It tempts you. You tempt us. You ... tease us. No more delays, Two Skins. No more teasing. Time ... to play."

With those guttural words, chains leapt forth and pieced the tender flesh of Two Skins' extremities, and he screamed in agony, before his wrists were pulled down to his his hips, his ankles to his ears. The chain suspended his bound form horizontally, his puckered tail hole presented to Pinhead as his leather trench parted, exposing the Jacob's Ladder running up the pierced, erect phallus of the demonic feline. Two Skins howled, thrashed against his bonds, against the inevitable as ...

... he opened his intact gray eyes to the hotel bedroom ceiling above. He blinked, trying to clear the fog from his still sluggish mind. Two Skins tried to pull a paw over to check his face and muzzle for blood, but black leather cuffs bound his wrists and held them tight by his hips. Black bungee cords tied to the cuff's "D"rings stretched taut to the bottom end of the bed. His ankles, bound in the same manner to the headrest, remained above his head near his erect, fur covered ears, which twitched in confusion. A similar cord wrapped around his stomach, to disappear down past the edges of the bed. He struggled a bit, but the way his form was bent and held down, he found it impossible to get any real leverage going, even despite the powerful muscles in his upper body. He thrashed about, eyes closing from the strain on his joints, teeth gritted in a feral growl around the ball gag in his muzzle.

The whine of something electrical, motorized caused Two Skins' eyes to shoot open, and he looked to the source of the unexpected noise. A digital camcorder mounted on a motorized tripod sat in the corner of the sparse hotel room, its optical lens turning with a whine, focusing on the immobile lupine. A wire lead from the recording device to a cellular antenna which sat just inside sill of the hotel room's only window; its beige curtains pulled shut. If the camcorder was being controlled remotely, then where was ...?

Two Skins' head snapped to and fro, his ears, eyes, scanning the small room for Grylor, and any hint of the backstabbing tan wolf's whereabouts. If he was still around, then he wasn't making his presence known for the time being. He relaxed a bit, still tense from his recent nightmare. It had been just a nightmare, right? Two Skins took a few minutes to collect his composure, his rigid self discipline forcing his mind to slow down, rationalize this situation out.

He glanced at the clock on the night stand; the electric, red, digital numbers seemed to mock him, still out of focus. Two Skins shook his head and tried to clear the last traces of the paralyzing nerve agent from his mind and body. His muzzle was parched and his muscles still seemed sluggish to respond. He had one righteous bitch of a headache, like little feral lawn knomes armed with miniature pickaxes were having a heyday in his throbbing skull. There was a constant ringing in his ears, which made it hard to concentrate, focus. The gums of his muzzle were sore, and his throat, lungs burned, like something caustic and thick had been taken down the wrong part of his throat. Something dry and tacky matted his face fur, and he tried to rub it off on his shoulder, with little success. Each time he tried to breathe, the overpowering scent of male seed filled his clogged, burning nostrils.

When he glanced back it read 1:34. From the darkness hinted beyond the pulled curtains Two Skins deduced he had only been out for about four hours tops. His cautious gray eyes scanned the rest of the room. The first thing to catch his attention was the rodent cage sitting on the long, mahogany TV table. A blue rat inside stopped feeding for a moment and glared back at him with its one good, red eye. The wood shaving inside the cage were fresh, which indicated the animal was well taken care of. Why it was here Two Skins could only guess.

Two Skins' eyes floated down next to the cage, where a large, black, metal case lay open, displaying its contents. Razor sharp stainless surgical steel glinted harshly under the muted hotel room lighting. Pads of gauze, suchers, and a spool of stitching thread lay within as well, and Two Skins' brow furled with the implication. Five syringes with color coded bands were down strapped inside: two black, one red, one yellow, one blue. The yellow banded syringe was empty; its contents more than likely already injected into the streak Grylor fed to him earlier. Next to the case sat some type of short, black rod, its base sitting on what appeared to be some sort of charger. The light on the charger was green. There was another smaller, black metal case next to that, but it was closed.

An portable IV stand with a gray digital vitals monitoring system and saline bag stood just off the side of the bed to his right. Its darkened LED panel stood impassively like a gray mottled tombstone, and thats when Two Skins broke out in a cold sweat. The mortar of his inner resolve, which had started to get chipped away bit by bit, finally broke down, the brick wall of his will crumbling inside like toy blocks. It was a safe bet that Grylor and this puppeteer 'master' of his weren't after his kidneys. Black thoughts raced through his mind, now unchecked, and his flee instinct, uncontrolled terror, gripped him.

Before he even knew it, his body thrashed wildly, furred limbs flailing, claws attempting to slash at the bungee cords, which seemed just a hair's breath out of reach. Feral, desperate snarls joined the spittle that flew from his ball gagged muzzle, and little to Two Skins' surprise, the camcorder's lens moved, focused, on his frantic, but ultimately, futile struggles. Two Skins strained against his bonds, his muscles bulging obscenely, his now yellow eyes, muzzle opened wide. Sudden twin pops in the cartilage in his shoulders forced a squealed yipe from his gaping muzzle, which thanks to the ball gag, never left the room. He fell back into the ripped sheets, squirming in pain, as white hot arcs of pain shot through his shoulder joints.

He remained still for a while, letting the screams from his cartilage die away bit by bit. His thoughts looped back in a vicious circle again and again without end. He tried to formulate a daring escape plan, but the only thing he could think of was the cruel glint of the scalpels lying not six feet away. His irrational mind started to feed on itself; his warranted fears, however vague and nebulous, began to take dark, corporal shape, twisting his very insides from within. An hour went by, the monotony and increasing dread slowly making him go mad, desperate for anything but this. Even an end. Any end. Anything would be better than these feelings.

Helpless. Afraid. Pitiful.

His mind turned off. He didn't know for how long, the time stretching out to what seemed years in his empty thoughts. It took a few seconds before his brain realized his ears had picked up the electronic click of the hotel door key card lock. It seemed that his mind was whistling a raspy little tune, and what little remained of his rationality recognized it as Bernard Herman's 'Twisted Nerve'. His glazed eyes slid over to Grylor, who sundered in with a sway of his slim hips, dressed from head to toe in one of those vintage white nurses outfits from the fifties, complete with its strange looking white hat. A part of him wondered were the cross dressing tan colored lupine managed to find such a relic, the other didn't quite care at this point. That part of him realized this betrayal had been setup months ago. It finally dawned on him that these sick fucks were playing for keeps.

He whimpered.

The other wolf stopped shuffling with the pictures in his well manicured paw and smiled at Two Skins', his jade eyes glinting with cruel malice. He continued to whistle, the recently touched up pink lipstick of his muzzle lips puckered suggestively, taunting. After pulling out some more pictures from a one hour photo developer's envelope and looking at them for a bit, Grylor tossed them on the bed next to the bound lupine, where they spread out like a card dealers deck at a blackjack table. Two Skins glanced down at them, straining his neck, and shuddered.

There were several series of shots taken when he was out cold involving various acts of lewd debauchery. In one series Grylor brutally muzzle fucked him, balls hard slapping against his furry chin. Grylor's paws gripped the back of his skull tight in those shots, his back arched obscenely, muscles bulging, choking him with the smaller wolf cock. Grylor's face had twisted in a mock parody of love and pleasure, his eyes sometimes closed, sometimes looking straight into the camera, smiling. In another series Grylor had him bent over the widow sill, curtains open, pounding away at his limp form from behind. Two Skins' slack muzzle pressed hard into the window glass for everyone to see, his unconscious body rocking back with each vicious thrust of Grylor's hips. In the final series, Grylor beat himself off above his unconscious form and blew a third load all over his face, soaking the fur there with his thick, salty wad, humiliating him even further.

"Do you like them?" Grylor giggled, sitting down next to the bound wolf and running a paw up and down his naked body, "I had to set your digital camera on timer, but I think they framed rather well don't you?" Two Skins tried to speak through the ball gag, but Grylor pressed a pawtip gently on his muzzle lips and silenced him with a hushed 'sshhhh'. Another insane giggle from the tan lupine made Two Skins struggle a bit, until Grylor brought his nose over to the dried splotch of cum on Two Skins' face fur, and he inhaled the pungent aroma like it was some well aged cheese. Grylor's long tongue fell from his muzzle and with slow deliberate licks, began to clean the other wolf's face. Two Skins flinched and cringed a bit, taken aback by his sudden gentle nature. After about a minute of this, Grylor got up and started to fiddle with the IV stand and the vitals machine.

"Master said that Pet can play with his new toy for a while, before the main show begins." Two Skins glanced nervously over to the camcorder, as it changed its angle on the tripod to bring the entire bed back into frame. A miniature boom mike attached to the camcorder body probably caught what Grylor was saying."Master said to play Doctor, and that the Nurse should prep the Patient for surgery ..." Two Skins' gray eyes grew wide, and he thrashed around as Grylor brought the needle of the IV down to his arm. Grylor tried to grip Two Skins' arm, holding it still, but the other wolf jerked about, refusing to submit. Grylor frowned.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way ..." Two Skins' looked dead center into Grylor's eyes, which turned an icy shade of blue again.

"Phmmuck oofffphhm phhoouu kkossdessing phwitch"

Grylor shrugged, and his right paw closed a split second before it connected with Two Skins' gagged muzzle with bone jarring force. Two Skins' head snapped back, and before his dazed mind knew it, another blow connected, splitting his bottom lip open, blood trickling down the fur of his chin. For touting himself off as a sissy wolf, the drag bitch had some bite to his bark. Pain shot through his arm, and Two Skins brought his unfocused gaze to it as he watched Grylor insert the needle of the IV into a major vein and tape it down. After setting the saline drip rate on the machine, Grylor hooked up the feeds to Two Skins chest and pawtip, the vital monitoring system calling out his heartbeat.

Beep Beep ........ Beep Beep .......

Grylor walked over to the black case and took out the red coded syringe, tapping the side of it. He pushed the plunger so that any air bubbles were ejected from it, along with a slight squirt of the unknown drug. He waltzed over to the arm with the IV and posed at the wolf, his lips pouty.

"Oh don't worry ... this is just to help you relax, and enjoy our play time together ..." Grylor took hold of the IV spout and inserted the need of the syringe into it, depressing the plunger with slow, deliberate pressure. Two Skins felt something cold run through the veins in his arm, up to his shoulder, over and own to the beating heart in his chest. Two Skins let out an involuntary exhale, his muscles unknotting themselves, his entire form relaxing into the hotel bed as if nothing was ever wrong. As his muzzle grew lax around the ball gag, Two Skins' heard his heart rate plummet.

Beep ... Beep ............. Beep .......... Beep .......... Beeeep ....................... Beeeeeep

Grylor ran a paw down Two Skins' cheek, the soft, black and white fur there rippling, before removing the ball gag from Two Skins' muzzle. Two Skins tried to scream, call out for help, but his slack muzzle lips could barely move, let alone form words. Grylor giggled again before he got up and opened the smaller black case, pulling out two collection jars. Something else was contained in the case in a clear zip lock bag, but Two Skins couldn't see what it was.

"Now. We have to collect some samples. This shouldn't be very invasive." Grylor moved back over to the lax lupine, his glazed, cold blue eyes looked up to meet Grylor's now jade ones. "It's actually fairly direct. First ... the blood sample ..." Something slammed into Two Skins' nose and jaw, sending his neck snapping back to the left side. As his lax neck rolled back to the right like a wet noodle, another punch landed yet again, the bitter taste of iron flooding Two Skins' muzzle. Two Skins' body barely tensed as his eyes rolled back into his head, blood pouring freely from his nose and muzzle lips.

Grylor opened one collection jar and held it so that blood dripped into it. After a few moments he put the used collection jar on the nightstand, got up, and picked up the black rod off its charger from the console table. He depressed a button, and an electric blue arch of electrically shot between to small metal prongs at the tip with a snap and crackle. Grylor waltzed back over to the bed, where he ran the stun prod up the other wolf's side suggestively.

"I'm afraid the semen collection will be slightly more invasive. Doctors orders. But don't worry, only a few furs have died during this procedure." Without warning, Grylor jabbed the tip of the prod into Two Skin's chest, and with a loud hum and crackle of harsh discharge, Two Skins flopped around like a fish at the end of a hook and line. His teeth gritted, face contorted in pain.

"Ggrrrrnnniitttzzz" Every muscle in his body jerked, jumped, his brain overloading from the current running though it. His heart shuddered, froze for a moment.

Beeeeepp .......... Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppppppp

And then it was over, his heart slamming back into gear, his lungs dragging in a deep breath. The rest of Two Skins' muscles continued to jerk and convulse a bit more. He coughed and his lungs hitched a bit, the muscle relaxer forcing his body to easy back into the bed. Grylor giggled a bit, sliding the prod up to Two Skins' cheek, then back down, very slowly to an inch above Two Skins' pubic bone. Grylor depressed the button, and the bed shook as Two Skins' body jerked, thrashed. Drops of blood flew from his nose and mouth, splattering on the ruined, ripped sheets. His bladder let loose, Grylor literally shocking the piss out of Two Skins. Grylor retrieved a wet towel from the hotel bathroom cleaned up the dazed, twitching wolf.

"There we go. We cant have any 'accidents' during the operation you know." Grylor took of his nurse's shoes and unbuttoned his skirt, pushing it down past is ankles. Two Skins panted, his entire body feeling like a Christmas tree on New Years Eve, and when he looked at the tan wolf, wasn't surprised one bit to see Grylor's four and a half inch erection jutting out hard from its sheath. Grylor crawled onto the bed and straddled Two Skins' stomach, facing away from him, paws running over the other wolfs sacs and sheath.

"I think you'll enjoy this. I know I will." With that Grylor gripped Two Skins' sheath, held it, as he guided the tip of his wolf cock into its opening. Two Skins gave a surprised half moan as he felt Grylor's tapered tip spread apart his last, sacred entrance. The camcorder's motor seemed to groan as it swiveled to a better viewing angle, its lens whined as it focused on this defilement.

Grylor groaned as he slid another half inch of himself into the wet, warm confines of Two Skins' sheath, the skin stretching around his wolf cock. Two Skins tried to struggle, fight against this most humiliating rape, but his body eased into it, enjoying every sensation. He wanted to bite himself, punish his body for betraying him, but he couldn't even do that. As Grylor desecrated him even deeper in, tears of humiliation welled up in Two Skins' blue eyes, before spilling over and leaving dark trails on the fur of his cheeks.

Grylor certainly took his time, savoring the total rape of the helpless, drugged lupine; every second a rare, treasured moment. He gasped when his tip bumped up against Two Skins' own, and giggled when he felt it twitch. Two Skins whined, unable to hide his body's aberrant arousal, the heart motor calling out his increased heart rate. Grylor ran a paw over Two Skins' furry, exposed sacs, pleasuring the other wolf.

Beep ... Beep ... Beep ... Beep.

"There, there. It's okay. I know deep down you enjoy this. Everyone does. You don't have to be ashamed." Grylor let out a grunt as he slid the reminder of his wolf cock into Two Skins, their tips sliding past each other, their members trapped tight against each other inside his protective sheath. Grylor moaned as he hilted Two Skins' sheath, the other trapped member hardening against his own. Two Skins shuddered, whined as he felt his once proud, strong lupine body respond to this abuse. Grylor placed his free paw on Two Skins stomach to steady himself as he back to rock back and forth on his knees, fucking the larger wolf's sheath pussy. He almost blew right then and there, it felt so good.

Without saying a word, Grylor stabbed the prod into the groin region of the bound wolf, and he squealed with delight as he felt the hard body buck against him from below. Grylor felt the muted current run through Two Skins' balls and sheath, only adding to the erotic sensations spreading throughout in his own groin and prostrate.

Beeeeeeeeeeeepppppp

"Nnnnnggrrritttzzz" Two Skins flopped about, his balls, prostrate convulsing hard against the prod. He didn't even realize he had blew his load until Grylor pulled back the prod, panting heavily. Two Skins' sheath was filled with hot, thick cum now, he didn't know if it was his, Grylor's or both. Both of their cocks slid against each other in the warm, cum filled confines. Their swelled knots rubbed against each other's tapered tips, the sheath skin stretching to accommodate, to keep their rock hard lengths entrapped within. Grylor giggled again as he placed his paw into the small pool of spunk that had managed to squeeze out the tip of Two Skins' sheath onto his stomach.

"Ohhhh I'm sorry. Thats not enough. It looks like were going to have to go deeper." With that the tanned tormentor grinned obscenely, angling the tip of the pod at Two Skins' pucker. Much to Two Skins' humiliation and dismay, his entrance swallowed it greedily, the tip sliding deeper with ease thanks to Grylor's slick spunk, which had been deposited there only two hours before.

"Pweas! Knoo ... pweas ... swubsi ...!" Two Skins felt the tip of the prod discharge into his prostrate; the organ jumped and convulsed hard. Two Skins' howled out despite the electric jolt in his most sensitive area, never cumming so hard, so continuously, in his entire life. Grylor held it there, howling out his own climax as he felt wolf seed pump again and again into the sheath without end, the excess squirting out, adding to the small pool already on Two Skins' taught stomach. Grylor kept the button depressed until he felt Two Skins' balls empty completely, then switched it off. Two Skins' body flopped back into the bed, passed out, limbs twitching occasionally.

Grylor closed his eyes and rocked back and forth a little more, savoring the last few moments of the docking, before pulling out. Now that it was set free, even more hot spunk spilled out, and he scooped up the massive flood in the empty collection jar, before taking both to the bottom of the bed. He licked his paws clean, his own sheath, before getting fully dressed, and pulling out his cell phone.

"Did Master get all that?"

"Yes. It was splendid, Pet. Now. Wake the Patient. Its time for the main show." The tan wolf nodded, smirking. He kept the call on as he reached into the case with all the surgical instruments, pulling out some smelling salts. He broke one and held it under the other wolf's bloody nose. Two Skins' eyes fluttered open, and his muzzle moved away from the overpowering scent.

"Wake up Bitch, the Doctor wants a word with his Patient." He tossed the cell phone on the bed and walked back over to the rat cage. The voice on the other end of the cell phone was deep, almost gravelly. What it lacked in solace it made up for in absolute confidence.

"Ahhhh the mighty Two Skins. Just how has your weekend dinner date gone thus far? I must say, from here its looks like you've had the time of your life. As short as it could be."

"Hhhwwwooo areee ouuuu?" Two Skins managed to sputter out, gathering up all his will to speak.

"Oh you see my name isn't that important right now. What is important is that you know who you are dealing with. Think back to about three months ago. On a Saturday night. One of your old bondage haunts. Yes, my dear lovely, I made a well mannered attempt to introduce myself and my pet, and you insulted me ..."

A memory suddenly slammed into Two Skins' dazed mind, the voice wavering to him from the past. The older wolf in question dressed in a very fine Armani suit, complete with ridiculously expensive tie and fine Italian shoes. The true reason for is introduction was apparent when Two Skins watched the other younger, collared wolf, who wore a sensory deprivation hood, kneel down next to his master.

Both wolves had disturbingly similar fur coloration and pattern. The older wolf introduced himself, and told Two Skins what he would be doing that night. Two Skins gave a smirk and graciously extended his middle claw to the master, telling him 'to go suck shit through a straw'. Two Skins left the club soon afterwards, and he just now realized he didn't recognize Grylor without his hood on. This act of revenge had been planned for months, and his cocky ass fell for it.

"Yesss ... so you see, your indignancy only further spurned my need to collect you. Oh such fight. But rest assured ... I will break you, and by tomorrow morning, you'll be begging us to accept you into our lovely little family ..." Two Skins gritted his teeth, concentrated his entire reserves of will to stammer out complete, easy to understand sentences.

"Oh thats just wovely ... the cum sucking Bwady Bunch ..." The other wolf laughed heartily, the sound distorted over the cell phone's tiny speaker.

"Yes ... indeed ... but alas, there is only room for one alpha male in this pack, and that is me. So I'm afraid that you'll just have to be gelded if you want to join our happy little family." Two Skins spat at the phone, a thick wad of blood and snot splattered against the LED screen.

"I think I'll take door umber phree. The one where I tack your phaggot ass down and wepay the phavor for this kiche' little dinner date ..."

"Ohhhh ... but you see, you haven't even heard whats behind door number two yet. Pet, show him."

Two Skins turned to Grylor, who had pulled out the black rat, and smirked back to Two Skins as he pulled out one of the black banded syringes and injected it into the rat. The rat squealed, convulsed, and Grylor deposited the rodent back into its cage. Two Skins watched with abject horror as the rat fell on its side, legs kicking. The kicks became less forceful over the course of the next minute, and soon the rat stopped breathing entire. It finally lay still.

"Ahhh yesss ... I forgot to mention one small little detail. My pet and I run an independent film business. The video's we make are quite ... illegal ... you can imagine, as they involve lewd acts of ... torture. Sometimes fur's cant handle the filming. Stage fright I'm afraid; actor's nerves and all. Their loss is our gain, however, as those, incidentally enough, are our most expensive films, and are in quite high demand in certain circles." Two Skins shook, his blood chilling.

"So you see, we will geld you, regardless. And if you make it through the procedure, you have the option of being involved in our little family business. If you don't take us up on the offer, however, your consolidation prize is that your face will be seen across countess screens across the entire world. Won't that just be grand?"

Two Skins' broke down at this point, hot, sticky tears rolling down his furry cheeks. After no reply, Grylor moved to the bed and cut a slit into the very pillowcase Two Skins had used to hood him earlier. He placed it around the head of the other wolf, who struggled feebly as Grylor placed his muzzle through the slit he just made.

"We'll even give you a sporting chance. It has been our experience that furs who are allowed to see the operation firsthand tend to expire. See? We are quite a caring family. Don't you want to be Grylor's brother? I know thats what you want. He saved all of his chat logs ..."

Two Skins' world was bathed in darkness; his acidic tears choked his throat, and his nostrils were still clogged with drying blood and snot, making it hard for him to breath. His perked ears caught the scape of the two metal cases as they were taken from the console table, and a weight settling on the bottom of the bed, near his exposed sacs. Two Skins' brow broke out in a feverous sweat, the heat monitor announcing his racing panic.

Beep ... Beep ... Beep ... Beep ... Beep ... Beep

Two Skins felt a needle jab into the tender flesh near his scrotum, and he cried out in shock and pain, but his body barely twitched, the muscle relaxant in full effect. A numbing sensation spread throughout his groin, and Two Skins realized Grylor had used the last of the syringes, banded green, which was most likely a potent local anesthetic. Two Skins' breaths came in rapid grasps, nearly hyperventilating, as he heard the whine of the camcorder focus again, most likely on his nether regions.

"All right Pet, just like we practiced. And don't worry about screwing up again. It's not like he can get this little operation reversed." Grylor giggled, and Two Skins wished he could kick the little insane bitch in the face, breaking his muzzle. Two Skins cried out as he felt something slide around the underside of his furry balls; through the anesthetic he couldn't decide if it was just pressure or pain. Something warm, wet, and thick trickled down into his ass crack. He couldn't smell anything, and he didn't know if it was his own blood. He tried to kick, but his body wouldn't respond. His heart however, thumped furiously.

Bepbepbepbepbepbep

The pressure of the scalpel completed its tortuous circle, and Two Skins sobbed, his body's only reaction was to tremble in fear, horror as his balls were held up, and the pressure moved to where to two tubes would connect to his scrotum.

"Nuuuu .... pwease .... dwownt dooo theeeisss .."

"There there ... the worst is over with ..." Grylor cooed. Two Skins thought he felt a needle price the around skin where his testicles should be, the stitching zigg-zagging back and forth. There was very little pain. A tug on his lower regions announced that Grylor was tightening up the stitches, and the snip of the scissors reached Two Skin's drooped ears, which laid flat against the back of his skull.

"Now .... see? That wasn't so hard was it?" Grylor's voice was filled with amusement, and he chuckled as he heard Two Skins' heavy sobs. "Now ... its such a shame to waste these delicious little orbs isn't it? Here ..."

With that Two Skins' felt something wet and soft forced into his muzzle, about the size of a plum. It was covered in cum and blood, the two bitter tastes mingling obscenely. Grylor took his paw, much to Two Skins' horror, and squeezed his muzzle closed. The soft, squishy oval ball compressed against the hard palate of his maw before it broke open, spilling its surprisingly sweet contents down his throat. Two Skins retched, the runny liquid meeting bile as he vomited all over himself, Grylor's paw. As the bound lupine continued to puke, Grylor wiped his vomit stained paw on Two Skins' hood.

"That wasn't very nice ... Master ... can Pet finish his meal?"

"Yes Pet, enjoy it ..."

Two Skins' continued to dry heave as Grylor leaned in close to Two Skins' left ear and suckled on something, before his molars bit down, the sicking squish causing Two Skins to twitch and cry out, his muzzle still full of vomit.

"Phhewww Swwwiiikkkk Phhhuukkss!!!" He broke down again, tears raining from his eyes, deep sobs racking his entire frame. The unnamed Master chuckled a bit before continuing.

"Well I see you pulled through better than just about any other fur we've filmed. Now ... there is the matter of ..." Two Skins was quick to snap out, anger, defiance deep in his chest.

"Wo caann ake yoorr phamy buusnees aann swwove itt uph Gwayor's assss ...." Two Skins spat at where Grylor was last at and he was thrilled when he heard it splat against the tan wolfs face. Grylor giggled. What a messed up little fuck.

"Ahhh I see. If thats your decision. Its a shame too. You won't know the thrill of a close, family member taking your ass every night, the love we feel when we snuggle close on cold winter nights in our canopy bed. You instead will know loneliness, the despair of dying alone, yet your pathetic demise will be watched by thousands. Oh well. Irony is life. Fate is Death. Goodbye ... Two Skins ..."

Two Skins felt the weight on the bed shift, rock slightly, as Grylor grabbed the IV plug in Two Skins' arm. Two Skins gasped as he felt ice run through his arm, the deadly dose worming its way through his veins, racing like lightning to his warm, beating heart. The ice slammed inside its chambers, and Two Skins jerked; the icy sensation racing thought his extremities. A disturbing calm washed over him, and Two Skins thrashed a bit, his last desperate struggle to live.

"How does it feel? The frigid clutch of Death's bony fingers around your heart? Please ... for the audience ..." Two Skins tried to stifle his sobs; he wasn't going to let these sick fucks, or their precious buyers, get their sick gollies off his last moments. The chill settled deeper in his heart, and its slowed.

Beeep .... Beeep ......... Beeeep ........... Beeeeeeep ........

A cold so deep that Two Skins had never experienced settled over his body, like Death itself was making love to him. His claws twitched, stilled. His mind grew hazy, and his thoughts grew dim.

"Oh don't be like that. All tough. It doesn't matter anymore does it? We all know you are scared." Two Skins let out a sudden sob, his will breaking, shattering on the finality of his situation. He could barely feel the hood of the pillow on his face and muzzle, as if he was slipping away, like a feather in a light breeze.

Beeeeeeeeep .......................... Beeeeeeeeppp

"Go on. Let it out ..." Two Skins bawled suddenly, his limp body barely hitching.

"I dun .... ant to ... die!"

"No one does. And why don't you?"

Beeeeeeeeep ........................................................................................Beeeeeeeeeeep ......................................

"Ause ... I'm ... sared ...."

"Of course ... why are you scared?"

"I dun want ... to go ... to .... Ell ....." Two Skins felt distant, his body long gone now. A comforting darkness settled over his faculties, and his felt his heart, slow, finally stop, the last beat ringing in his mind, for all eternity ....

Bee .......................................... Diiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

_Two Skins wasn't sure how long he had drifted. The scorching gale tossed his soul over the pitted, sulfurous landscape. When he finally came to a stop, he realized he had form again. A new form. Beautiful and horrid at the same time. His black satin wedding dress ruffled in the maelstrom, dried blood in its folds. He took a paw and ran it over himself, unable to see, his bloody eye sockets hollow, gaping, and utterly dark.

Most of his once burly muscles had been ripped away from the bone, and dangled like strips of bacon, rustling slightly in the grit filled storm. Metal pins held down his sheath, down to where his scrotum had been slashed away, stitches barely holding the gash together. His claws and muzzle lips were painted red with his own blood. The once vain, proud masculine lupine had transfigured into Hell's Bitch, made flesh. Two Skins turned to Pinhead, acceptance, regret filling his words as to spoke to the leader of the Cenobites.

"Is ... is the end? Is this really Hell?" Pinhead's blank expression ever changed, his deep gravel, guttural growl went through two Skins, his black, soulless eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement._

"Knooooo .... Hell .... is just ... the Beginning!!!" The demon's laugh continued for what seemed an eternity, the twisted, insane deep throated cackle filled Two Skins ears, his sightless existence ... until the sound of ....

.... the alarm of the digital clock on the nightstand forced Two Skins' eyes open. He shot up in the freshly changed sheets of the hotel room bed, and his eyes darted around the quiet, empty room. The window was open, and a gentle spring breeze ruffled the curtains, and whatever Two Skins was wearing. Two Skins' gray eyes panned cautiously down, but the wedding dress he wore was white, not black.

He looked at his claws, which were painted jade. He was pretty sure he had jade lipstick on, Grylor's last little joke, mark of passing. He scrambled to lift up the skirt of the wedding dress, moving apart the white panties, and was relieved to see his scrotum intact, a few stitches snug against his furry sacs. Other than a small butterfly bandage on his lower muzzle lip, he didn't have a mark on him. As he reached around to turn off the alarm, he noticed a letter sitting on the nightstand, penned on the hotel stationary. He clicked off the alarm, and with shaky paws, brought the letter closer to read it.

Dear newest Son,

I hope our little game didn't frighten you too badly. You, as well as the Baron, should be perfectly fine by now, as the nerve agent we inoculated both of you two with only places the subject in a death like state for a few hours. As for the side effects, take two aspirin and I'll call you in the morning. Doctor's orders.

You see, we are in the film making business, true, but we specialize in breaking the strongest wills, and total, complete humiliation. Your's ... I must say ... was quite breathtaking. You may be be wondering how we pulled of this little facade, and it was quite ingenious. As you can see, we never cut you open, but just ran the covered blade over your privates to simulate the operation. Between the anesthetic and hood, you could never guess it was all staged, did you? What did you swallow? A plum. An ordinary. Plum. And now you know why we collected the samples that we did, to give it a 'taste of authenticity'. Devilish, wasn't it?

So aside from a few stitches, and a split lip, we never actually did any permanent physical harm to you. And that's were the beauty of this little game lies. We broke you. Completely. Utterly. Using almost only your own mind. And we caught it all on tape.

Speaking of which, unless you want a copy sent to all your friend and co-workers, I suggest you seriously reconsider our offer. I doubt you would want everyone in your life to know how you mewled like a puppy at the thought of loosing your precious, and over touted, concept of masculinity. Don't bother going to the authorities either, as the same talented coyote we employed to track you down is now keeping a close eye on your every move. He is quite skilled in data gathering and manipulation. How would you feel if the government suddenly told you to your surprised face one day that you were indeed, female? Just another thing to consider.

We'll be in touch with you very shortly on your reply. With the deepest Love ...

• Your Family

Two Skins tore up the note and went to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet, leaving no trace. He grabbed his green duffel and left, not caring to change his clothes. He had been marked now, utterly subjugated. They were correct, they used his own overblown ego, weak mind, against him. A beat down he could swallow. But this? It was Demeaning. Mortifying. Perfect. A smile creased his muzzle lips. He had been truly put in his place. As he approached his car in the parking lot, he looked up to the cityscape spread out before him, and his smiled faded.

Just what had those visions, dreams of Hell, meant anyway? His thoughts turned dark, and he pondered them, as he headed for home, still several states away ....

~ Fin ~

I'd like to thank everyone who gave me feedback on this story series, most notably Purplewoof, Lykos Bane, and Slumovsky. I'd also like to thank everyone who took the time to vote, as it helps me gauge whats liked and whats not. Finally I'd like to thank Grylor for the creative use and abuse of his persona (I still owe you a steak dinner :D). Any suggestions for my next story series? Give me a gingle!