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Tales From The Red Rose Brothel: R.I.P Elliot

Elliot's head throbbed as he slowly woke up. He'd just turned 21 and his buddies in his band thought to treat the young fox to a trip to the local pubs. Beer flowed and shots were drunk. He vaguly recalled the big breasted doe in a tight forest green dress that had informed Tobey, the drummer, about a brothel close by. Apparently it was an invite only affair. The doe had heard of their band and had an invite if they wanted it. Elliot's friends thought it would be a fine idea to buy him the highest priced hooker they could when they got there. They had just signed a record deal so they had a pretty high limit on what they could afford.

The building looked like a regular apartment building on the outside with a large bull in a doorman's outfit. The doe, named Trina, nodded to the doorman as they approached. He nodded back while opening the door, letting the female and the four members of the metal band Retards At Recess inside. The interior was set up like a Middle Eastern harem with red silks hanging from the ceiling. A pair of hookah smoking twins, minks by the look of them, smiled as the four walked past. "We want to treat our buddy here to the priciest piece of ass you have here," Rhynie, the vocalist ordered, "And tell that cunt to do her worst!" Elliot was pretty damned blitzed but had enough to mental ability to ask why he was needing to sign a legal waiver for a prostitute? Surely they had condoms and shit here.

Trina looked over the paperwork and accepted the wad of cash that the other three had pooled together. She told the others to wait in the lounge while she took Elliot to the room of his escort for the evening. The duo got to the door that had the number 9 on it. The doe opened the door while gently guilding Elliot in before whispering, "This is Sanita's suite.It was nice meeting you and God have mercy on your soul." Elliot thought that was kinda odd before he felt a hard smack on the back of his head.

The spot where he was struck still hurt. The bright light over his face didn't help either. Was he in an emergency room? If felt like it. He tried to move his amrs but they, along with his chest and legs, were secured by thick leather straps. his body was covered by a white sheet. His eyes focused slowly as a shadowy form hovered over him. His blurred vision corrected itself as he saw a female squirrel with white fur and red hair pulled back in a ponytail looking down at him. "Ah, you're awake!" she chittered in a soft Irish accent. Her face looked soft and lovely but her sea green eyes showed something much different. Something cold and sinister. "I thought I was going to have to use the smelling salts on you. You fainted when you came in."

"Am I in the hospital," the fox asked with a moan. His head ached still from where he was hit. "I fainted?"

The squirrel nodded as she pulled the white sheet that had been covering his body. Elliot looked down to see his arms, legs, and chest were strapped down, immobilizing him. He was completely naked. "I don't think those are really needed, miss," he gulped as he tried to move again, "You can let me up."

"Afraid I can't, sweetie," the squirrel cooed. Elliot could see her a bit better. She was dressed in a white doctor's coat that had the occasional small splash or spot of dark red, almost like dried blood. He looked around the rest of the room, realizing quickly that this was not an ER or a hospital room. The gurney he was strapped to was cold metal against his back. The walls were a dark gray cinder block construction that had patches of dull white paint flaking off of it like dead skin. "You see, your mates hired me to 'entertain you for the evenin'. Unfortunately for you they told me to do my worst. That's something you don't say to a torture artist like myself. And since you signed the legal weiver I get to do whatever I wish to you and there's nothing you can do about it"

He saw her pull a small metal cart next to the gurney. The overhead light, the only source of light in the room, reflected off the gurney and the tray. It had almost a dozen probes, clamps, and scalpels arrayed in neat rows. The squirrel's face had a slightly amused look as she took the largest scalpel into her fingers. She held it a scant six inches from the fox's nose tip, "Lucky for you I bought some new blades this morning. It can get hard to cut a fox's hide with a dull edge. Takes forever sometimes to get a good, straight cut." Her other paw slid down his chest as her eyes followed her fingers, "Now...What shall I do tonight? Remove your nipples?" She gave Elliot's left one a painful squeeze in her red painted claws. The pinch was hard enought to break the surface, sending waves of shock through his body. the stimulus causes him to squirm in the restraints. "Who the fuck are you! Let me go you bitch!" Elliot's screams echoed off the unfeeling walls. This seemed to bring a smile to the squirrel's pretty face, as though the fox in her 'care' had just made a witty quip.

"My name is Dr. Sanita Mc Donald," she explained, "Well, I used to be a doctor until I lost my medical license. You see, I had a bad habit of performing 'recreational surgeries' on my patients. I also discovered there is a very lucriative black market for harvesting organs. Lots of people on lots of waiting lists are willing to pay top dollar for a kidney or a liver. A heart tends to fetch the most."

Elliot's stomach went cold and heavy, a pit of dread opening up inside. Sweat appeared on his brow, "Please...Don't...Somebody help! God! Someone help me!"

Sanita's paw went down farther to his stomach, "The belly fur is the second easiest spot to cut into. The skin is fairly thin. Want to know where the easiest place to cut is?" She saw the fox shake his head in protest. The squirrel moved her paw to his ball sack. "Right here!" she said while giving his furred orbs a solid tap with her paw. The rolling pain that welled up from his gut was almost enough to make him retch but he didn't. He wanted to curl up into a ball but couldn't. "What to do, what to do?" she muttered. "Shall I take a kidney? Maybe relocate your liver? I know! I can harvest your balls!"

A wail of agony reverberated off the walls as Elliot realized this crazy bitch would fucking do it. She was going to cut off his balls! "Oh god no! Please don't! I'll do anything! ANYTHING!" The disgraced doctor acted like she didn't hear him as she put down the scalpel and took a thick rubber band from her pocket. She groped his sack roughly in her paw, wrapping the band three times around his balls. They seemed to bulge almost unnaturally against the pressure. She noticed it was rather solid looking, "When was the last time you came," she asked.

The question caught Elliot off guard, "Huh? What?"

Sanita's brow furrowed as she took one of his balls between her thumb and fore finger, "I said when was the last time you came!"

He squirmed as the pain shot through his abdomen again, making his thoughts a blur. He thought desperately, "Two...Two weeks ago!"

"With a girl?"

Elliot shook his head. The snow colored squirrel shrugged, "Well, I guess I could let you enjoy them one more time before I take them from you."

"Are...you going to sell my balls?" Elliot wondered out loud.

"Oh no! I'm going to eat them while I make you watch, sweetie," she answered. "Now, get hard for me. I'm going to jerk you off before I cut them out."

The fox was to nervous and scared to get aroused. On top of the fact that when he did his nuts were going into this crazy squirrel's stomach. He shook his head in response. "No!"

Sanita frowned as she looking into the fox's eye, "Very well, hon. If you won't get your cock out of your sheath I will do it for you." Taking her scalpel into her paw once more she leaned her muzzle an inch to his opening, her tongue softly probbing the tip of his maleness still hidden inside his sheath. His loins began to stir. Damn did that feel good! Elliot tried to fight it mentally, thinking of anything he could to stop his body from reacting. He was partially successful as only the first couple of inches slipped into the air. The demented squirrel softly suckled on what was there, slowly winning out against her 'patient'. Her tongue played along the ridge of his tip while her fingers played over his shaft. He was nice and firm after about a minute of her sucking him off, "Mmm...there we go! My, you're a little bigger then I expected. Now, to prevent you from going back in there and hiding from me I'm going to remove your hiding spot."

What she said didn't quite register in his mind until he felt the rim of his sheath severed down the middle. In one swift, smooth cut she had split his sheath open. He screamed and squirmed, bucking hard against the restraints, his now bloody erection flinging drops of blood and pre-cum about the gurney and the squirrel. A fleck landed on her cheek but she didn't seem to even notice as she pinned the skin of his sheath to his thighs, his cock flopping around like a drunken snake. She gave a cold laugh as she stroked his helpless cock in her paws. Sanita's amusement at her handiwork was very evident on her face. She rubbed her thumb over his tip, the cock still bulging and gorged with blood. She saw his knot starting to form as Elliot's mind was blinded by the horror, pleasure, and pain. He was in a sensory overload of sorts as he was panicing. Finally, he dully felt his balls drain and was vaguly aware of the warm spurts landing on his stomach and chest. A wave of sudden bliss stilled his mind despite all that she had done to him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed each second like it was a lifetime as his climax finished. He was panting when he opened his eyes. His tormentor was wiping a ropey spot of his cum from her left cheek. The goo was enough to cause the little bit of facial fur to get gummed up and sticky.

Sanita sighed as she wiped the semen off her face with a rag. He had a lot more stored up then she had thought. She looked down at the bloody mess on the fox's white belly fur. The cum and blood mixed into a pinkish goo when they made contact like melted strawberry and vanilla ice cream. The problem she had with fox cum was that it smelled awful and stuck to everying like tar. She would definitely have to take a hot shower to get clean later.

She took up her scalpel again while the fox was recovering in his afterglow. His pleasure was short lived as she slit his sack down the middle. He felt a shock of pain run up his spine as hot fluid washed down over his tail hole and soaking his tailbase. His mind turned to primal panic as the squirrel exposed both of his testicles to the air of the room. Sanita smiled, looking at the two organs still attached by the tubes going back into the fox's scrotum. She marveled at how they looked like eggs as she took one in her fingers, holding it up for Elliot to see in horror. The look on his face was one of utter shock as he went cold watching her slip the still attached testicle into her mouth and crush it in her rodent teeth. He felt the first three seconds of her chewing as a dull, faint pain before passing out.

Sanita moaned in pleasure at the saltiness of Elliot's ball. It had a faint taste of oysters with the texture of steak meat. It was pretty good, she thought. With her scalpel, she cut the nerve filiments and arteries as close to his body a she could, slurping the strand of flesh into her lips like a piece of spagetti. She could see the fox was in shock so she cut the other off. Sanita took the testicle in her fingers by the artery and nerve strand, tilting her head back. She dropped the flesh into her muzzle slowly, savoring the taste as she crunched down on his other ball. The blood, flesh, and semen mixed together in a heady rush of flavor. As she swallowed it down she came, bracing herself against the gurney as the warm wetness of her female dew soaked her inner thighs. Such a rush!

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she smiled as a trickle of the fox's fluids oozed out of the left corner of her mouth. She looked over the fox, panting softly on the table. It was an easy matter of holding his muzzle shut and plugging his nose as Sanita sufficated him in his slumber. The only sign of his struggle for life was the squirming of his final heartbeat before everything that was Elliot the lead guitarist for Retards At Recess was laying cold on a gurney.

The End