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"No! Let me go! Please you can't... Nommmmmph...!!!!" The little, black furred cat struggled and fought, but it was no use. The two canine handlers with their sunglasses and their black garments over their equally black fur gagged her and bound her, ignoring her struggles and claws, then one of them lifted her over his shoulders.

No one paid attention. It was just another slave being auctioned off. Like about two dozen others that night. She had been born in a brothel. When the establishment went bankrupt the younger cubs usually were sold together with their mothers. After all, healthy young ones were usually a profitable long term investment, especially if raised by mothers in the same business. Nevertheless there was a certain market for cubs on their own, and the auctioneer had apparently made quite a profit by selling this one separately.

Natalie knew the leather jackets of the dogs that had grabbed her, which made everything much worse. They were what little girls like her dreamt of, in their nightmares. What older boys scared each other with in made up horror stories, and what adults would only talk about if they thought the cubs were asleep.

These establishments catered to the snuff market. That meant customers there paid a small fortune to see slaves like her die, and even more to have a part in the gruesome practices that gave them pleasure and would have her become nothing but bloody remains, discarded in a dumpster or processed for food for other slaves. Being bought by them meant she'd never be seen again. It was a death sentence.

And being raised in the neighborhood, so to speak, although in a brothel that had catered to a more mainstream market, Natalie knew all that. She knew who had bought her and she knew she was doomed the moment the two black dogs had appeared as her bidders.

But she simply hadn't been strong enough to fight her way free, she was just a cub after all.

Blindfolded and gagged she was thrown in their car. But she knew where they were driving: out into the industrial area, past the abandoned factories, where a few cheap brothels had their place, and then down a bumpy road past the junk yards. Then another side road that she didn't know, that no one ever dared to go near. Then down into a parking garage, judging by the hollow echoes.

Again, she was being picked up and carried. It smelled like basement. They brought her down concrete stairs, through a heavy metal door that creaked, and down a hallway, then another metal door. She half expected to be thrown into a cage.

"Guys, this is Natalie. Give her a nice welcome," the dog barked, and lowered her to the floor. To her surprise it wasn't concrete but some sort of rough carpet that smelled dusty and old but not moldy. They hadn't taken her blindfold off, just left her bound as she was. Then she heard the door lock, and the key turn around.

Natalie sobbed and whimpered. She felt that there was someone else in the room. Who would it be? Some sick fuck with a butcher knife and a video camera? Was that her fate? Fodder for a cheap online snuff tape?

'I won't scream...' she told herself. 'They are gonna kill me anyway, maybe they'll do it quicker when I'm not playing the victim for them...' she thought, and expected to be picked up - and then cut up...

Instead a small soft hand touched her cheek. "Hey, it's OK ... Relax, they won't hurt you. I'm just gonna take your blindfold off."

Natalie looked up as her blindfold was removed. To her surprise, she looked into the face of a bunny girl, maybe a year or two older than her. She had scars in her face, and an eye patch over her right eye, but other than that she was healthy and friendly as she smiled down at the black cat. Her fur was soft and smelled clean.

"I'm Sheila. Let me take those things off, so you can talk." she said and unfastened Natalie's bounds with so much ease, she must have handled ropes many times before.

Natalie looked around and spotted a few more fur slaves. A horse boy with a bandage around his groin and hips was sitting in the corner, reading a comic book. A zebra girl, she must have been almost an adult, was sitting on a bed and gave her a friendly look. She had bandages, too, all around her belly. And there was a couple of foxes, maybe brother and sister. The girl was standing next to a chair, while the boy was standing on it, fastening a noose to a pipe on the ceiling, as if about to hang someone. The tiny bit of hope Natalie had gathered shattered as she spotted the noose. Was that noose for her?

Sheila had seen Natalie's worried face. "Don't worry, that's not for you, they are just rehearsing for their show. That's Melanie and Marik. Over there's Sven," she pointed at the horse boy, who saluted, then sat back down, with a bit of a painful frown on his face as his bandaged groin touched the chair.

"I'm Nira," the zebra said and waved.

"... Hi..." Natalie said scared. But the fact that there were other slaves at all, in a state other than awaiting their fatal fate, scared shitless like her, or dead and in pieces; it gave her a glimmer of hope. Not much, maybe it just meant it wouldn't happen immediately, but at least it meant there was life inside the snuff place.

"They are gonna kill me, aren't they?"

Surprisingly Sheila giggled as she nodded. "Of course, silly. At least once per show. Depending on how fast they can patch you back up, maybe twice a weekend. Hey, wanna see my evisceration trick?"

Natalie stared at her dumbfounded. How could you be killed more than once? Evisceration trick?

"Sheila, don't scare her." Nira interrupted and stood up, apparently with some difficulties. She had to support her bandaged belly.

"In this house they give people a show they can't see anywhere else. A show where snuff slaves, well, us, are being cut up, strangled, sawn apart, eaten, you name it. If no one else does it, we will. It's expensive to watch that show, but not expensive enough that they could afford buying new slaves every weekend. It's just a show, like a magic trick, with lots of make belief. The blood is real, and the bowels, and even the occasional cardiac arrest. But never permanently. Once off stage they revive you, and put you back together. I'm here for dunno, eight years now. I can't count how often I have been a bloody corpse on stage, like this."

With those words she threw herself to the ground and rolled limply to her side. Her eyes stared blankly into nothingness and her tongue lolled half out of her mouth. A drop of spit drooled from her lips. Her chest didn't move and no breath came out of her nose. And then her bladder gave way and a trickle of yellow liquid sipped out between her limp legs. She really looked as dead as a dead zebra could look like.

"Nira, you're leaking! I'm not gonna clean the carpet again!" Sven shouted at her, giggling. Nira tensed, which stopped the trickling with one small final squirt, then sat up with a deep breath and a slightly painful grimace. "Oooh, sorry, I got carried away again. Shoulda gone to the toilet first."

Everyone laughed. Even Natalie couldn't suppress a smile, although she had also been scared. Nira laughed, too. Although she seemed to be in a bit pain from falling with her belly injuries. Yet without complaining, she cleaned the mess she had made with a bucket and some cleaning supplies. Apparently the place they had there was almost like a little nice apartment. It was locked and in the basement, but looked nicer than some places Natalie had been to.

Natalie was left looking around on her own while Nira cleaned. There were no windows, just a few air ducts, too narrow to crawl through. She was thinking if there was a way to break out of here, when Nira took her aside, a worried, sad expression on her face.

"You know, we had one fatality here. They bought you to replace a doberman boy, Gerry. He was sick, and was gonna die anyway, so his owner sold him for snuff. That was five years ago, we managed to keep him alive for that long. But eventually it caught up with him and he got a lot worse. It was his wish to die on stage, for real, instead of from his sickness, so they did that and killed him just like he asked for. But normally no one here dies for real. We all miss him a lot."

Natalie nodded. That was sad, but in a way it made her happy. This didn't sound at all like the place she thought this would be. What everyone said this place was.

"There wasn't a serious accident in, since, well before I got here. When I started, there was this poodle lady, and her boyfriend was killed for real, in private show for one customer who went too far. They didn't lose anyone since. And she left us soon after. You know, you can keep a small amount of the money they earn for each show yourself, like in some other places too. But they don't take it away for your food and stuff, you can actually buy your own freedom eventually if you want. I think I could almost buy myself already. I'd have to check. But I like it here," she said, smiling again.

Sheila the bunny had been sneaking up on them. "Can I show you my evisceration trick now? Please!"

Nira sighed and giggled. "Do you want to see that Natalie? Who knows, maybe you're gonna do something similarly."

Natalie nodded. If it was just a trick, why not? Her thoughts had been racing - freedom? That was possible?

"OK, it goes like that: Imagine this brute guy on the stage. He's actually quite nice, a boar, works as a bouncer, but on stage he behaves like a sick fucko, and drags me around, binds me and straps me to the heating pipes, like this."

She placed her wrists on the wall behind as if she was strapped on, with her legs pulled apart, her head slumped forward as if unconscious.

"And then he hits me a few times with a wet rag, and I go WANG, WANG!" Each time her head slapped from one side to the other with a grimace of pain as if she was hit by an iron fist.

"And he's like. 'Wake up bitch! I'm gonna rape you, and then I'm gonna cut you up. No, look, I'm gonna do it the other way round!' - and I go: Nooo please..." she whimpered... "Mommy! I'm too young to die.... WANG!" she sobbed a bit, and when Natalie just thought it was real she suddenly grinned at her. "Good, huh? Anyway, then he takes his knife, one of those large butcher knives, and rams it into my belly, right here."

She pulled her fur apart just above her crotch. Weirdly enough, her belly sported a line under her fur that looked almost like - a zipper?

"It looks like he rams it up my cunt, but it really just goes here. The knife blade folds into the hilt, its one of those stage knifes, but he takes the zipper, and when he slashes up, THIS happens."

Sheila zipped her belly open. For real! The zipper was in her skin, and when she slid it up across her belly and past her belly button, her skin gaped open and revealed slimy reddish bunny entrails, wriggling with her breath. Sheila herself glanced at them with a mixture of pride and fascination. "It's real, wanna touch?" Sheila offered.

Natalie shook her head, unsure if she was scared or disgusted. She certainly didn't wanna put her hand in Sheila's belly.

"You could, it doesn't hurt, really. Well, anyway, of course the audience is supposed to think it does, so they add a lot of stage blood in me that spills out like everywhere, and I go like 'AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!'"

The cat girl almost jumped back at the sudden scream. Sheila tensed and arched like she was really being butchered. At the same time she zipped herself open further, up to her ribs. Her belly gaped open like a living anatomy study, and exposed all her entrails to plain few. Sheila gasped for air, which caused everything inside her to wobble and shift.

"And then... he takes me off the wall and throws me on the ground on my back, like this, then fucks me right in my gaping belly."

She rearranged herself unto the carpet, which apparently made it easier to breathe. Then she made lewd gestures with her hands squeezed against her exposed insides.

Natalie stared at her with a mixture of disbelief, shock and fascination in her face. How could the girl do this to herself without being in utter pain?

"At the end my guts are all over the stage, full of stage blood, and I of course, play dead." she demonstrated her own version of a corpse, not unlike Nira. Except that she kept her bladder under control.

"What do you think?" she asked a second later, as she came back to 'life' smiling. She carefully started closing the zipper on her body.

"That's.... that's crazy.... doesn't that hurt?"

"Some of it does." Nira said, as she knelt down next to Sheila. The zebra helped the bunny by pulling her skin together. She also squeezed and pulled Sheila's belly until her insides shifted and rearranged back into their natural arrangement. Sheila smiled at her thankfully and zipped herself closed a bit further.

"But that's not something you have to be afraid of. I'm sure the doc will explain all of that to you shortly." Nira added.

"The ... doc?" Natalie asked.

"Well, we jokingly call him Frankenstein sometimes, or just the doc," the fox boy, Marik explained. "He's the one who fixes us up and puts us back together. He can fix everything. Unless someone actually smashes your brain in, he's gonna bring you back to life."

"And even then, you'd still be alive when he's done with you, but a slobbering brainless zombie. Just like my brother," Melanie added giggling.

"Hey, I'm not..." Marik wanted to protest, but just then, the door unlocked and opened with a creak.

In came an individual with striped fur. At first Natalie thought he was a tiger, but he looked different somehow. Some other type of cat. He definitely had fangs. And a white doctor's coat. Someone closed the door behind him and locked it again.

"Ah, there you are. You must be Natalie," the doctor greeted her warmly. "I'm Doctor Malcolm, but just call me Doc. Everyone does."

Natalie glanced at him suspiciously. The way his eyes studied her naked body, it was almost as if he was already dissecting her in his mind.

"Don't be afraid. I don't know what you have heard about this place and what the others already told you, but its not as bad as our reputation. I'm sure over time you'll like it here."

He walked closer to her. Natalie went a step back, unsure of herself and the scary doctor. But then he went down on a knee and smiled at her, now the same height as hers. This time his eyes met hers and he looked actually quite nice and honest. He stretched out a paw. "Do you want to come with me? I'll show you around the place and everything. But you must promise not to try to run away or anything, OK?"

"Go with him," Nira tried to encourage her. "You can really trust him."

Natalie gulped, looking unsure at the others, but everyone was smiling at her. Then she nodded and took his hand.

He smiled and stood up. "Sheila, didn't I tell you not to open your belly just for fun? You could get an infection again."

Sheila blushed and zipped her belly shut the rest of the way, then stood up. "It wasn't just for fun, I was rehearsing..."

"You were showing off. At least do it in a clean room, not here on the floor. If you want practice, go spill yourself in the bathtub and then sort yourself back together. I'm gonna check later," he said, and Sheila danced ahead down the corridor.

The doctor opened the door with his own key, then closed it behind him. There was no trace of the two guards, just an empty corridor. He led Natalie down to another metal door, which was also locked. It was white and clean, like a hospital.

"This is my lab, where I fix everyone up. It's sterile, if someone touches anything in here I have to go and clean it. That means, please don't touch anything in here unless I say so. Are you afraid of pain?"

Natalie nodded. Of course she was, everyone was.

"I can make it so pain feels nice. You will like it. But it takes a bit to get used to. But let me show you the rest first, I just need to fetch something."

He took a container with a clear liquid out of a closet, filled some in a bottle he had in his labcoat, then took it with them as he lead the way for Natalie, up the stairs. He later placed that into another closet in the back of a stage area. "That's just for sterilization, I need to refill this. See, this here is the stage where we have our public shows. They look improvised, but they are quite well rehearsed, as Sheila likely demonstrated to you."

The stage was empty, and only empty chairs in the audience. There were far less chairs than Natalie would have expected for a stage of that size, each in its own little booth so the viewers couldn't see each other.

Then the doc showed her 'private rooms'. Some had carpets and a bed, some had an easy to clean tile floor with a drain, and rings and supports in the walls and ceiling. It looked like the setup for a butcher shop, not a brothel. Maybe, because it actually was.

The doc continued the introduction. "Upstairs I sleep, we also have rooms of other free staff and some performers, security, the owner of the place, and so on. That is off limits to you unless you are invited. Don't go there alone."

"Alone? Am I allowed out of the room in the basement?" Natalie asked. It almost sounded as if the slaves here were actually more free than in most other establishments.

"Maybe not in the beginning, but once we are sure you don't want to run away, you can even go outside. Once you are older we might send you on errands and stuff on your own. Just not at night, its not a good neighborhood, so at night the doors are always locked, and the place is guarded. I'll show you our guards. They look grumpy, but they are actually quite nice."

The names of the dogs were Jekyll and Hyde. They were the ones who had brought her in, and as she could see now, they both had guns under their leather jackets. But now they smiled at her nicely. "Sorry for the manhandling earlier. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Jeckyll asked. "We have to keep up appearances when we go to other places like that, or people don't take us serious," Hyde added with a grin. His canine teeth were pointy and flawless. Right now they both sat in a little room with security monitors and played cards. The monitors apparently showed the night and the streets outside.

"I'm sorry I scratched you. I thought I was gonna die," Natalie apologized. Jekyll laughed heartily. "Don't worry, we have thick hides, I barely felt that. And then again you will die around here, a lot of times. I like you, girl, you have some spirit. When you get older, maybe you can help us guard the place, huh?"

Natalie wasn't sure about that. She didn't believe anyone would let her do things like that, ever. Although it sounded exciting.

Doctor Malcolm brought her back to his lab and had her sit on a table. She looked around at the equipment rather scared.

"I used to be a plastic surgeon, making girls prettier, and sometimes turning boys into girls or vice versa, if they paid enough." he explained, as he fetched a number of vials and equipment that she didn't know what they would do. "Later I joined the military. Did some work as a field doc, fixing wounded soldiers back up. No matter what some sick fucks might do to you around here, it will still be harmless compared to anti-infantry ordnance. Try to fix a soldier up after he has been splattered across a small soccer field," he kept explaining as he mixed some liquids in a vial, then added it to a strange computerized machine. "Later I joined the research division, we did 'soldier boosts' and stuff like that, all classified. I could brew some stuff that makes you feel ten times as strong, fearless and no pain at all. Of course if you took those you might start looking weird when you grow older. I didn't like it there anymore and eventually joined this place. Now I do all three, I fix you up, I make you pretty, and I make you enjoy all of it."

He filled a syringe. "And the best thing is, I really like cutting up cute girls like you and putting them back together. Here, that will make it so pain cannot harm you."

She was still staring at him, trying to process the statement he had just made, when he poked her with a little syringe, right in the neck. It didn't hurt much, but she could feel a slight pressure in her her throat that pulsed with her pulse and gave her a tiny bit of a headache.

"You know, pain is more than just a feeling or sensation. It triggers all sorts of neurotransmitters that cause a cascade of reactions in your brain that make you learn to avoid, to hate and to fear whatever caused it. In a way one could say pain itself hurts you. Too much pain can even kill you. Your brain shuts down and goes catatonic. There's even some sort of self destruct mechanism. You see that with some feral animals, if there's enough trauma, enough pain, they simply die. Even if every single injury is in itself harmless. You'd fall unconscious and your heart stops, just like that."

He gave her a second shot on the other side of her neck. Weirdly enough the poking hurt less.

"With this blocker, you can still feel pain, but now it's just a sensation, like touch, warmth, coldness, a smell. The only thing left to be afraid of is the actual fear of pain. I need you to overcome that. Here, take the scalpel and cut yourself. There, on your leg for example, make a nice long cut through your skin."

Natalie stared at the knife that was suddenly in her hand. Then at her leg where he pointed.

She put the knife on her black furred leg until she felt the sensation of the blade on the skin, but she couldn't get herself to actually cut herself. She just stared at the doc with scared eyes.

"Don't worry, I can heal a cut like that in seconds. Do you want me to help you?"

He waited.

Natalie pressed the knife a bit deeper. It made a pricking sensation as the razor sharp tip poked her skin. A tiny red dot appeared.

"I can't do it," she said, close to sobbing. Everything in her made her not want to poke any harder.

"That's normal, don't worry. It takes a few times to overcome that. I can help you, but you have to trust me and stay completely calm. Will you?"

Natalie bit her lips. Then she nodded. The slight headache she had felt had gone away by now, she actually felt quite clear, awake somehow.

Dr. Malcolm stood next to her, and placed his hand over hers, he lifted the knife a bit away from her leg. "Relax your wrist, you are all tense. Breathe deeply, in, and out, and in. And now we do this in one calm motion, so it gets a clean cut and not all shaky. Take a deep breath, and then exhale slowly."

As she did, he lowered her hand on her leg. She trembled slightly, a shiver went through her, as she felt the sensation. It was really smooth and easy, the knife was so sharp, it cut through her like butter. Her skin split apart behind it, like from a zipper, only slightly red. It did hurt, but somehow it didn't. It was hard to describe. And the doctor kept going, another inch and another, in one smooth motion, up her thigh until he had almost reached her hip.

Then he stopped and had her place the knife on the table next to her. Her skin gaped open, and there was a throbbing sensation. She knew it was pain, but somehow it wasn't. She felt it, but it didn't hurt. It was just there, completely bearable. Only a few drops of blood oozed, and she could see the layers of her skin exposed, and underneath the red meat of her thigh muscles. They twitched and shifted when she flexed her leg.

"See, that wasn't that bad, was it? Nothing to be afraid of. Don't worry, everything we do to you tonight I can fix up easily. After all, you need to be in one piece for your first show next weekend."

Natalie stared at her split open leg skin. She touched the skin next to the wound, it felt as normal. Then she pulled it back together until the wound was almost closed. Then apart. She could even lift it and look inside her leg. It was painful, but somehow that didn't matter much.

"Fascinating, isn't it? Have you worn stockings before?"

The little cat girl shook her head. "My mother has, but I didn't ever."

"I'll show you something. Lay down on your back. Now close your eyes, and don't look."

Natalie looked at him. But he looked friendly, and oddly, trustworthy. A few minutes before she'd rather have ran away screaming, but surprising herself, she did it.

"I'm just doing two more small cuts to your legs, no more," he said and grasped her right ankle, then spread her leg, up and outwards. She felt oddly exposed that way. "Eyes closed, don't cheat!" he said. She giggled. Then she felt him cut a line around her leg, from the cut he had made already once around her thigh and back. It throbbed more, and there was a warm flowing sensation, like from a drop of blood or two.

"Now the other leg," he pulled it up, too and did two cuts, one along her thigh like the first, the second around, close, only an inch below her hips.

"There, open your eyes." he said. She did, but there were just two thin lines around each of her black thighs.

"You are now wearing stockings. Be so nice and take them both off, one after the other."

"But, that's my skin!" Natalie protested.

"Sure, that's your fur. Don't you think its much too warm for fur stockings? Take them off please, we'll put them back on later."

She looked at him, then back at her legs. He kept looking at her, encouragingly.

All her life she had been told to be obedient. She placed her paws on her leg and pulled. She felt her own touch on her skin, yet her skin moved and slid down a bit, revealing her naked leg, her flesh and muscles, red and raw, and surprisingly little blood, although a few drops now had dripped on the stainless steel table she was on. It was unreal, like a weird dream. It didn't feel real, if it was real she'd be in agonizing pain. This pain was more like the pain you felt in dreams, there, but not there.

As she pulled further, the top end of her leg flipped around, inside out. It was a weird pulling sensation, and on the inside her skin was white, with a network of a few thin red lines.

"That is the fat layer of your dermis. It insulates you, stores fat, and cushions you against injury from getting hit with stuff," the doc explained what Natalie saw. "Go on, all the way."

Natalie bit her lips and pulled, harder. It was the weirdest sensation to pull her skin over her knee. At the same time it felt more and more as if she was removing a piece of clothing, she had no more sensation in the fur where she pulled. But her lower leg still felt normal.

She had to sit up to pull her fur down further, down to her ankles. Her knee looked weird, exposed like that. And her leg was so much thinner and frail. She could even see the bone of her knee cap.

"Almost done," the doc said.

Natalie had to grab the squishy fat layer of her inside-out skin itself to pull it over her ankle and then her foot. She stretched her toes and her extendable toe claws as the skin under her fur separated with an almost tickling sensation, then it was stuck on her toes, where her claws came out.

"Ah, I see, we should have cut around your claws first. Just yank it free." the doctor instructed.

Natalie tried yanking as hard as she could. The first time nothing happened. The second time, two toes came free. Shen she yanked even harder, a little moan escaped her at the weird sensation. She stared down at her now exposed foot. Two toes were missing their claws now.

"Oh dear, putting those back on will be tricky. That might take me half an hour. Don't worry, it's not your fault, I should have thought about that. Here, let me fix that for your other foot first."

He made neat little cuts once around each of her claws. It tickled.

Natalie felt lightheaded.

"Stand up, then undo your second leg. I wanna see if you can," he said.

She stood up and felt even more lightheaded, slightly dizzy and a bit pale in her face. But obediently, she bent forward and pulled down her skin on her left leg, just like she had done on her right. It was weird, she felt the floor underneath as a numb painful sensation against her exposed flesh, but she had hardly any real sensation in her skinned leg.

Standing on one leg, she managed to strip her second leg down to the ankle. When she tried to pull it over her foot, she suddenly felt really dizzy, and slightly sick, and then the light in the room went out and it felt like she was falling, tumbling and falling ...

She blinked. It was light again, and the sensation of helplessly tumbling had gone away.

Her gaze fell straight onto the doctor's face. She was on her back on the table again. And he held up two empty cat legs with a proud smile. Her legs, or rather her empty fur, now turned correct side around. The way they dangled from his hands, they really looked a bit like long black socks, or like the legs of a plush toy.

"What happened? I got dizzy," she asked. She still felt dizzy, but no longer nauseous.

"You lost consciousness. That's because, when so much of your body is no longer covered by skin, you are losing moisture. Your body notices and goes into shock, and then your blood pressure drops too low. Then you fell, I caught you and placed you on your back. Once enough blood went back to your brain, you woke up again. I like these stockings, a really nice pair I have to say, where did you get them? They are beautiful. Can I keep them?"

"Hey! I need them back!" Natalie protested.

"For what? I don't see what you could use them for," he said with a smirk.

"For my le..." Natalie tried to sit up, but somehow that didn't work. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, and stared down at her hips. There were no legs! Not even stumps, she had nothing beyond her hips but her tail.

"Eeeep!" she yelped then started whimpering, scared.

The doctor looked sternly. "That, Natalie, is why falling unconscious is dangerous. You don't feel, you don't see, you don't notice what's happening to you and around you. It's really quite a bad thing to happen. That's why I gave you another one of my boosts. A type of nano-capsule that attach to your brain cells and store relatively large quantities of ATP that it releases when there's not enough sugar or oxygen. That way, even if your heart stops beating, your brain sort of runs on battery for a few minutes."

"But my legs? Can I..." she sobbed. "Can I have my legs back please?"

"Aww, don't cry," the doc told her and brushed her cheeks gently with a finger. "Your legs are safe and sound. You'll get them back if you answer a few questions. But no cheating."

Natalie whimpered. She felt so helpless, she couldn't even get up. Dr. Malcolm gently pushed her back down on the table and there was nothing she could do. She shivered slightly.

"Now close your eyes, and concentrate on your body, what you feel, and what you don't feel. Then tell me exactly what is missing. Everything that you find you'll get back."

Natalie hadn't even thought there could be more missing. She was suddenly afraid, what had he done? Her arms were there, her tail was there.

"My legs are missing."

"Yes, dear, we had that already, what else?"

Her tail was there, she could move it too. All fingers, her ears, she didn't have any other limbs. She thought hard.

"Let me give you a hint." he said. "Do you feel like you need to go to the little girls room?"

There was a weird feeling in her lower belly. It bothered her, it was pain, she realized, except, well it was that weird pain that didn't hurt. But no, she didn't need to pee. Not the slightest. Had he done something to her...

"Uh oh! No touching!" he grabbed her wrists before she could reach. "Leave your hands where they are. Tell me what you can feel without checking."

There was something between her legs. She felt a weird sensation between her nether lips that bothered her. But she couldn't tell what it was. It felt like the cut on her leg except that it didn't gape open. And it went down right in between her nethers down to her tail. She tried to clench, like when she tried to hold stuff in, but nothing happened. There was nothing. There was nothing at all between her legs, her cunny, her peehole, her anus, she felt none of it. It was gone.

"You took all my bits away. I can't pee and I can't poo either!" she said, her voice trembling. She really wanted to look now but she still felt his hand on her arm.

"How much exactly?" he asked.

She grimaced and tried to move something, anything down there.

"I still have my cunny lips. They are itching, but nothing in between."

"Very good. Yes they are itching a bit because they are now put close together to close the cut. Do you want to see?" he asked.

She nodded and stared with a mixture of desperation and fascination. "No touching!" he reminded her, and let her sit up on her elbows, then held a mirror between where her legs should have been. Her bottom looked like that of a plush toy. There was some sort of a seam, but other than that, just smooth black cat fur.

"But what if I have to go to the loo?" she asked, suddenly realizing there was no way she could do that.

"Oh, that won't happen. What else is missing?"

"There's more?" she looked at him, scared. What else could he have done to her? It dawned to her when she flexed her belly muscles that it felt kinda weird. Kinda fluffy.

"You took the stuff out of my belly!!!" she yelled, and reached with her paw to her belly. It felt soft, there was something in her, but it felt weird, not normal.

"Very good. I guess since you don't know yet what exactly is supposed to be in there that's likely as close as you can get. Wanna see?"

She bit her lips. What was that fluffy sensation inside her? She knew the answer, when the doc reached under her tail and tugged something. She heard a sound like from a zipper, and she could see in the mirror that her crotch now had opened, revealing a hole. He promptly put his hand inside, all the way, beyond his wrist, then he pulled something. She could feel the tugging sensation as her weird fluffy belly contents were pulled out. Natalie had to gasp for air, as her belly suddenly collapsed with nothing in it. Trembling she stared at the sight.

The doc had pulled out a plush toy out of her. A big one, a bunny with light grey fur. It was dry and there was no blood. "Look, you have a baby!" he cheered and gave her the bunny after he showed it to her.

She couldn't answer. Her chest heaved, but no air came out. He smiled at her troubles and saw the light panic arise in her eyes. "Lay down on your back, you can breathe easier then."

He was right. It wasn't 'easy' at all, but at least she could breathe.

"When are you gonna put me back together?" she asked.

He nodded. "Soon enough," he answered. "You have been a very brave girl. Put that bunny back inside you, so you can breathe better, then I'll show you what I'm doing with your insides," he instructed her, then watched eagerly how she would do that.

Natalie rolled to her side and bent forward. She reached under her tail, and felt the weird zipper that lined her pussy lips for the first time. Inside herself it was all smooth, apparently the doctor had put some sort of plastic sheet inside her, an artificial skin between her insides and whatever was stuck in there. Inside she was now completely hollow. As far as she could reach, there was nothing but air. Only when she squeezed the bunny back in - a sensation that felt quite nice on her spread apart nether lips - it eventually pushed against her chest which had been bulging down into her empty belly. She hadn't known that having something in your belly was so important for breathing. She had to squish the bunny quite tight. Inside her it expanded again and filled her belly in such a way it felt almost normal. Finally she picked up the zipper and zipped it back down under her tail.

"Nicely done. Now let's go, I'm gonna carry you."

She wiped the tears out of her eyes as he carried her in his arms, like a little doll. Or a plush teddy. They went through a door into a room with lots of glass tubes and weird machines and computers. Two long tubes held her skinless legs, in a liquid that made a few bubbles every now and then.

"Yes, that's your legs," The doc confirmed. "That's an incubator tank used to regrow missing limbs, like they use at the military or expensive hospitals. I'm regrowing your skin and fur, that's quicker than trying to get your skin to grow back on. I also put your missing claws back. In two days they are gonna be good as new. And look, here, that's your bowels. That one has your stomach, that one's your liver, your kidneys, your bladder, and that one here, is your womb. Look that's your ovaries right there. All safe and alive," he explained.

Natalie was fascinated but also scared. Half of her was distributed across these tanks, how could he ever put her back together?

"There's a reason I put all of your insides in tanks. I can make templates from them that way, and later grow replacement organs using stem cells and a computer generated growth matrix that resembles your original organs exactly. That works easiest if I have each organ separate to scan it and take samples of all the tissues within. I can do that with any part of you, just not with your brain. Well, I could make you a spare brain, but it wouldn't really be you then, just a baby cat with no memory and no manners. Scientists are working on that, I have heard, but they haven't managed to make a backup brain of a conscious being yet. I think all they managed so far are ants and cockroaches and other feral critters," Dr. Malcolm explained.

"While you were asleep I also scanned your head, so I can make spare eyes or tongue or teeth if needed. Although you'd be surprised how often clients try to smash our performers' teeth in and just injure themselves in the process. teeth are tougher than people think. I still need to do your arms and your lungs and heart if you allow. Do you want to watch me do that?"

Natalie stared at him with big eyes. "My heart? You're gonna take my heart out?"

"And I'm gonna place it in a tank just like these!" he said proudly "Don't worry, there will be a machine keeping you alive until it's done. And your brain runs on battery now anyway, there is virtually no risk."

Natalie didn't really think she had a choice, she just wanted to get it over with, so he would put her back together. But, somehow it was also fascinating. She nodded, and Dr. Malcolm carried her back to the metal table and placed her on her back, with her head on a little pillow. He then took the scalpel and made a cut all around her chest. Starting from her belly he cut to her side, then up to her collarbone, and back to a point just below her neck. Then he did the exact same on the other side. She watched it over a mirror overhead and felt the pain that wasn't pain. It still made her grimace.

"Lay completely still, this might feel a bit weird. Don't move your arms," he advised her, and her eyes went wide as he brought a device with a rotating small saw blade. It spooled up until it made a high pitched whirring noise, and then he pushed the blade right into the cut under her arms. Natalie groaned as it connected with her ribs and made her whole chest vibrate. Worse, it tickled. It tickled a lot! Her chest heaved and trembled, and she had to clench her teeth together, wriggling her body and hips trying to stay still.

The cat gasped for air as it was over, still trembling.

"Are you OK?" the doctor asked, smiling.

"Yeah, it just ... it tickled!" she said.

"Two more cuts, and we are done." he told her, then started the saw again. The same procedure repeated itself on her other side, which was even more ticklish. Then he forced her chin upwards and made a single small cut in between her collarbones.

"There, done." he said and took the saw away, then let her watch herself in the mirror. It didn't look much different except for a few bloody stains in her fur.

"Do you want to open your chest yourself? Breathe in deeply, then hold your breath and just lift the top of your chest, like the lid on a toy box. It's easy."

Natalie felt her heart beat excitedly. She was a bit afraid, but also weirdly fascinated with what the doctor did to her and made herself do to her. His encouraging smile blew away her hesitation, so she took a deep breath as instructed, then placed both her hands on her sides, just where the saw had cut through her ribs.

"Don't exhale, keep your mouth closed." he instructed her.

She pushed.

It caused a weird, pulling sensation that hurt quite a lot. She knew, it would have been unbearable if the doctor hadn't given her the stuff that made pain harmless. She felt tempted to gasp for air, but kept her mouth closed as instructed. Her entire chest came loose and, reluctantly and with an oozing sensation separated from what was inside her. At the same time she no longer felt anything on her breasts that had just begun to develop. It really was like a lid now. Her lid. And now she was open. She could see her own heart twitch with every beat, right in between two squishy bags that had to be her lungs.

Proudly she handed her chest piece to the doctor, who placed it gently aside.

"What nowhhhhh...." Natalie tried to ask, but her voice failed her the moment the two balloons in her chest that were her lungs suddenly deflated and shriveled. She tried to inhale and gasped for air, but other than a twitch in her wide open chest, nothing happened. Her lungs even fell together even more.

"Shshsh," the doctor said, and closed her mouth with his hand. "Don't speak, look what happens to your lungs. Now we need to blow them back up."

He took a deep breath, held Natalie's nose shut and gave her a kiss. Then he blew air into her like into a balloon. Her lungs inflated again, even further than before until they were two taut bags that jumped up in her chest. He let go and held her mouth closed.

Natalie grinned and touched one of her lung-balloons with her finger.

"That feels weird," she said, giggling, until almost all the air had escaped again. She felt her lung deflate in her hand and even pushed a bit which wheezed another bit of air out of her throat, giggling first audibly, then silently.

"Hey!" the doctor said, giggling. "I need them full."

She still giggled, as he blew her up once again.

She held her breath, but then she had to giggle again and once again some air escaped. He made a mock stern face, and she closed her mouth, then tried to gulp down air to fill herself back up. Surprisingly, that worked. Mouthful after mouthful she forced air in her lungs until they were as full as before.

The doc was happy with that. He reached into her chest and pulled out her right lung as far as it went, still attached as it was. He then squeezed her wind pipe with two little clamps. Another one he put on the blood vessels that connected her lung to her heart. Within seconds the lung bag turned a pale shade of pink. Then another clamp and two quick cuts with his knife and he had it in his hands.

"I'll get that scanned. Keep the air in." he instructed her and left to the back room.

Natalie looked at the mirror. She could see her beating heart, and the rips in her back where her lung had been. The other was still taut and full like a balloon, but she couldn't hold her breath longer, she had to breathe.

The air left her with a wheeze, then she tried to gulp down fresh air. But the sensation of running out of breath was still there. She felt like she had to inhale and exhale much deeper. She pulled her lung out a bit, like the doc had done and squeezed it together like a pair of bellows, then gulped down air as quickly as she could to fill it back up. Her heart started beating faster and jumped around in her empty chest like a chained animal trying to get away. Curiously, gently, she touched the twitching organ with her hand. Ba-dump, ba-dump, it went, again and again.

"You can take it out a bit. Hold it for me, I need to make a small adjustment."

The doctor had come back and stood next to her without her noticing. He reached in her chest and pulled out her heart a bit, still connected to large throbbing blood vessels. Two of them were clamped off and cut, where her other lung had been.

"Like this, hold here." he instructed her, and waited until her little paws carefully held her own heart in place. Then he attached a small plastic pipe to her severed veins, a bypass for the missing lung, and removed the clamps with quick routined movements. Before Natalie had realized what was going on, he had cut off and removed her second lung and left once more, while she was still holding her beating heart.

She couldn't exhale anymore. She couldn't gulp down air. All that did was blow it out of her severed windpipes with a little huff. But at the same time she really felt like she couldn't hold her breath any longer, she had to breathe. But she couldn't! Her heart started beating faster, still in her hands, and she desperately glanced at the door where the doc had disappeared. She couldn't call out, without lungs she was mute. Trembling helplessly, she opened her mouth wide, as if gasping for air, but that didn't help either. The sensation of having to breathe just got stronger and stronger.

It was less than a minute, but it felt like an eternity to her until the doctor came back. Desperate, pleading she looked to him and stretched out her trembling arms. He just smiled at her. "Just a second, only one thing left." He gently lifted her heart and set two more clamps, then made a cut. A squirt of blood came out of her chest, then a second, and then... She felt a sudden piercing sensation in her chest and then... Then he had her heart in his hands, still beating, but no longer connected to her. "I'll be back in a second." he said and left her, her chest completely empty.

Natalie stared at her reflection as a sudden calmness overcame her. No heartbeat, no blood flow, it was even more intense than the intense urge to breathe. Her lips started to tingle, and her vision faded until it was like staring through a hazy tunnel. It was like before when she had fallen unconscious, she again felt like she was falling. But this time the tunnel did not fade all the way to black, she could still see a bit. Her fingers also started tingling. It got worse as she flexed her paws, and she barely felt her own fingers touch each other. Suddenly she noticed her own tail starting to flick and twitch, on its own, without her doing. She barely felt it, it was all so numb, and cold. Her arms felt so heavy, as they, too started twitching. Cramping, shuddering, Natalie fell back to the table. It became so hard to move, but in a way it felt awesome. She was so helpless...

By the time the Doctor came back, she was completely still, not even her eyes moved. But she could still hear him, dimly, and see a tiny bit. "Hey, congratulations Natalie, you just died for your first time!" he told her and smiled at her.

'I'm dead' she thought? No, that'd couldn't be, the doc had said this stuff he gave her would keep her brain alive. That was it, she was alive, but her body just had died.

"Here, let's get you hooked up, and then you can sleep a bit until I got you reassembled."

She tried to move her head, but it took intense effort to get her muscles to respond. Her head barely twitched, then rolled limply to one side. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, she couldn't stop it. But now she could see him roll a large device to her table. Then he hooked her up to pipes that went where her heart had been. The machine came to life and started pumping blood through her. Artificial blood, from an artificial heart. A tingling sensation overcame her, spread all across her fur. Her muscles came to life, and she wanted to scream and giggle, as the tingle went worse and worse, as if being pierced with a hundred thousand needles.

Then the doc poked her with another syringe, and ...

Natalie opened her eyes, sleepy. She was no longer in the operating room, she was in the basement apartment where they kept the slaves, on clean sheets in a bed. She blinked and looked around, then took a deep breath.

She was breathing! It felt so good to be breathing!

She threw the sheets away and stared down at herself. Her legs were back! She could feel them, flex them. Complete and in fur! Her paws went between her legs and her fingers clenched, touched her butt and her sex. It was all there, all complete. Her belly also felt normal, although she felt a bit sore. Thin pink lines were in her skin under her fur, where she had been cut apart and put back together. One went up her belly, not unlike Sheila's zipper, but it was only a thin scar. She was whole!

"Shhh, don't move too much, you still need to heal," Melanie said. The fox girl stood in the door and smiled at her. "How do you feel?"

Natalie smiled. "I'm fine... I think. Did ... did that really happen? He... he cut me apart! I was completely empty inside!" she said and felt for her sides where her chest had been cut open. The area felt a tiny bit sore, that was all.

Melanie giggled. "He does that to all of us in the beginning. He even cut my head off, did he cut your head off?"

Natalie shook her head. "No, I... I don't think he did. But he did things to me while I was asleep."

Melanie giggled and blushed. "You can wake up with the weirdest things around here. By the way it's been three days since you came here, just so you know how long you have been out. You'll likely have your first performance in Friday's show. Do you know what you'll do yet?"

Natalie sat up and yawned, then stretched herself. Her legs felt a bit wobbly, and there was a slight stinging in her hip as she tried to stand up. Her leg fur was also weird, much softer, and her skin was delicate. It reminded her of what the doc had said, that he had regrown her leg skin from scratch, from nothing This was a completely new part of her. She wondered where her 'stockings' had ended up. "I dunno. What are they gonna do to me?"

"On stage? Well, kill you of course. Or at least make it look that way. And maybe rape you first, or afterwards. The usual," the vixen told her. "But don't worry, someone's gonna explain it all to you in detail, and they are likely gonna practice. It's quite fun!"

First however there was dinner. Hyde, the dog, knocked on the door and entered. It hadn't even been locked!

The bouncer held a stack of cardboard boxes, and the unmistakable smell of pizza wafted from them. Jeckyll followed soon later, he smiled at Natalie. "Hi kitten. We didn't know what you liked so we brought you some tuna pizza. The doc said it should be fine to eat if you chew it really well before you gulp. He messed up your insides, didn't he?"

Natalie nodded shyly, but the smell made her mouth water. She LOVED tuna. The dogs ate with them, and everyone was quite cheerful, much more cheerful in fact than at the establishment that had owned her mother. During dinner though, the talk eventually came to her upcoming performance.

"So you know how to skin a cat, I have heard," Hyde said with a grin. Natalie blushed deeply, which caused a giggle from the canine. "The idea is to have you flayed alive on stage, then, when you are bloody, rape you a bit, and finally slice your throat. The audience loves that. Thing is, it has to look painful, so you need to scream and whimper as if it was real, do you think you can do that?"

Natalie made big eyes. Flay her? She had to remind herself that she'd be OK, she couldn't feel pain anymore... "I... I dunno. Are you gonna do it?"

Hyde smiled at her. "Oh, I'd so love to pull your soft fur over your ears. I'd gladly do that anytime, but I can't do the show. Us two do outside work, it would be bad if someone recognizes us as the ones who actually 'killed' slaves. We only ever do some harmless sex scenes. By the way we need to act as bouncers during the show. Sometimes the audience gets unruly."

"Siegfried's likely gonna be your partner. He's really good at playing the cruel sadistic type and get it across believably," Jekyll said.

"He's the boar I told you about. He's awesome!" Sheila added.

"Siegfried has a day job, he only gets here later in the evening," Nira explained to Natalie.

"Hey, wanna see something cool?" Sheila suddenly asked, then zipped herself open without warning, reached inside herself and pulled out her stomach. In her other hand she held a bottle of coke, which she then put on her lips and started drinking in one long gulp. They could all see the liquids accumulate in her eviscerated stomach that grew like a water balloon.

"Sheila!!!" Nira groaned. Melanie and Marik both giggled.

Sheila was undeterred. She placed the bottle away and then started shaking her exposed stomach. The shaking made the coke inside foam and bubble, and they could all see how her stomach grew and expanded like a balloon. Sheila groaned and made a bit of a strained face but kept shaking, until it was three times of the size.

Then she burped, like a pro: "BuuRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRp", and her stomach went back to normal proportions.

Natalie had been staring dumbfounded at first. Now, especially when she saw Sheila's face she couldn't stop laughing. She had to laugh so hard she couldn't even get air.

"See what you did there, you're killing her!" Marik told Sheila, who tried to put her bowels back in where they belonged. He, too could barely contain his laughter.

Natalie didn't die of laughing of course, but she had to gasp for air and had to hold her own belly which would have hurt quite a bit from all the laughing and not completely healed operation if not for her alterations. It still stung, and she was worried something might have opened up again, but the sensation passed after a while.

...

A few hours later, Natalie met Siegfried, and the owner of the place. She was the biggest surprise, a shy young mouse woman wearing nerdy glasses. She didn't seem to fit at all somehow.

"Hi, I'm Tina. Tina Malikova. You must be Natalie!" she said, and actually leaned down and gave her a hug. "Doc had the brains to do all this, but I had the money to jump start it, from my inheritance. I own this place, so technically, I guess I own you now, too," she giggled. "I always wanted to own a little kitten, you are adorable!" she added, and gave her a little pet. "Siegfried and me just discussed your show. Doc told me you looked incredibly sexy when you took off your skin, but for the audience you need to be a helpless victim, so Siegfried's gonna do that. Have you had sex before?"

Natalie shook her head.

"Oh wow, a real virgin! We have to include that in the show, they'll love that! Doc took scans of you, so we can make you that way again, every time. That's awesome! Come with me, I'll show you how we do it."

"We start here." the mouse explained. "That curtain leads to the stage, and Siegfried's gonna pull you, with your mouth gagged. I think it'd be cute if you put up a fight and struggle. Use your claws, but don't actually break free, just make it look real." She led the way unto the stage. There was a rack, like from a gym, leaned on a side wall. "You are gonna slap her a few times, so she stops struggling, and then fasten her hands up here, and there. So she is forced with her back to the bars."

Siegfried nodded, while Natalie investigated the wooden bars hesitantly. There were a few blood stains on them.

"You then should say a few lines, something like..." she placed her hands rudely between Natalie's legs, but didn't do anything. Natalie blushed.

"Hey, look, the little pussy hasn't even be popped yet. I can fix that!" Tina 'played' with a mock deep voice. "Or something like that," she added with her own. Siegfried suddenly sported a pretty large erection. "Then you rape her like you mean it, for a while. But not too long; hard and quick." She turned to Natalie. "It's probably gonna feel really nice, but you must put up a show, struggle against the bounds, cry out against the gag, at least at first. After a bit you can play along and arch and cum, I'm sure you have seen that at your old place. Make a show."

"When you've both come, you step back and wipe your cock against her belly. Then you say something like," she changed her voice again. "That kitten fur feels really nice, would be a shame to waste it, I'm gonna keep that for myself."

"Do you know how to skin a cat?" she asked Siegfried, back in her normal voice.

"I guess..." he shrugged, apparently in thoughts from the prospect of the wild rape scene.

"Well you - 'find' - a knife, over here, on the table. It's gonna be a real blade, so be careful not to cut yourself. Hmmm, I guess its best if we rehearse the entire scene now, but skip the actual sex, there's not enough time, and I want to be your deflowering in the show as real as possible."

They did. Tina took a place in the front of the stage, while Siegfried gently took Natalie by the hand and they went back to the curtain. "You ready?" he asked.

Natalie felt her heart beat. But it was only a rehearsal after all, so she nodded, determined.

She put up a good struggle, and the boar bound her to the rack, then, much to her excitement, rubbed his throbbing cock against her slit. It tickled, and it made her excited in a weird way. Was that how sex was gonna feel? She almost forgot to put up a struggle, then put even more emphasis in it.

"Well done, Natalie, yes, pull on those restraints a bit. Yes, like that!" Tina gave directions. "Now start liking it."

The ball gag in her mouth, Natalie blushed excitedly; she didn't have to fake that. Although Siegfried's cock was only brushing against her nether lips with each played hump, it felt quite nice, and her struggles gradually turned into excited straining against exciting bonds.

"Awesome! You are a natural. Now orgasm!" Tina commanded.

Natalie didn't really know how that felt. Yes, she had humped bed sheets before and even fingered, but she hadn't come before. Not really at least. What she felt right now she felt like she was much closer to that state that the girls at her old place had experienced - or faked. This blissful moment of oblivion, when your own body seemingly did what it wanted, all cramping up. But she wasn't there yet, she had to fake it. She strained against her bonds and arched her back, like she had seen her mommy do, and trembled a bit, crying out against her gag.

Tina scratched her head. "Not convincing yet, but you'll get there, don't worry. Siegfried, in the show, let her come, it's her first time, she deserves it." she directed.

Siegfried 'faked' his own ejaculation, then stepped back and brushed his cock, surprisingly wet from Natalie's own juices as she noticed bashfully, against her belly.

"Oooh awesome feeling. I'm so gonna keep that pelt!" he said, grinning, then went for the knife.

For a second Natalie thought he'd actually stick it into her, but Tina interrupted him. "Stop! Well done, both of you. Now here's what you do. You start the same way as with Sheila, a little bit on top of her cunny. But you don't make a deep cut, just a tiny one. Like this."

She did it! Tina had actually cut into Natalie's belly. Natalie was so surprised she almost missed the pain-that-was-not-pain that she felt.

"See that? Just a small cut, and shallow. Then you insert a finger, like this, between her skin and her belly muscles. Then you put the knife in there with the blade outwards and slice it up like a zipper. Try that, slowly.

Natalie whimpered against the gag. Wasn't that supposed to be just a rehearsal? Why were they cutting her open?

Siegfried smiled at her. "Don't worry little one, I'll be really gentle, its only for practice. I really never skinned a cat before." Then he sliced her open.

"Keep going, all the way to her neck, stop just under her throat. Natalie, try to struggle a bit. Pretend to be a girl who can feel pain who's being cut open."

Natalie did as demanded. She screamed against her gag like she was being murdered, and pulled at her restraints as if her life depended on it. Tina was very pleased.

"Very good, that looks believable. You really are a natural! OK, next thing, you cut around her ankles, and then make the same type of cut on the insides of her legs and on her arms, across her hip and along her collar bones, so you meet with the center cut at the lowest end and near the upper end.

Natalie fought again, but left the arm and leg she was being worked on still, so Siegfried wouldn't cut wrong. Four limbs later he was done.

"Perfect!" Tina cheered. "The rest is easy, just peel her out of her fur in the most sexy way. You might need to put a hand under her skin like this, to make it separate, especially around her belly and her flanks." She demonstrated, and pushed her paw under Natalie's skin. "Wow. Natalie, your skin comes off really easily. Does it feel nice?"

Natalie felt mostly pain. But then again it wasn't 'pain' pain. It was just weird.

"After a few weeks you'll likely start loving this. You won't be able to get enough. But it needs a bit to get used to," Tina told her and petted her head with her blood stained paw.

"Hmm, OK, assume you have flayed her, then you present the skin to the audience and praise it how nice it is, then you leave the stage for a second to put it backstage. During that, Natalie can struggle a bit weakly, just to show the audience that you are still alive and it's all real and no trick. Some whimpering, some weak movements. You're likely gonna bleed a bit. Then Siegfried comes back with some mean butcher knifes. Then you just get creative. You fine with that?"

Siegfried's cock made a twitch and he nodded eagerly. They both looked at Natalie, who was still bound to the rack. Carefully, gently, the boar approached her and untied her wrists.

Her first action was to push her chest and belly fur back against her skin, as if it was cloth and she was cold. "Go to the doctor later, he's gonna make it stick back on." Siegfried told her.

"In the show .... how long should I keep struggling?" she asked Tina.

Tina grinned. "As long as possible. Until your heart stops. Until your arms don't move anymore, or Siegfried cuts them off, whichever happens first."

"And then?" she asked.

"I'm gonna cut your head off at some point, show it to the audience, and then carry it off the stage. Then the curtain drops and I'm gonna bring all your pieces to the doc. The doc puts you back together. He might also put you to sleep, so you wake up whole. Having to wait while getting put together can be weird and boring I have heard."

...

The day's evening approached quickly. Natalie had been bandaged for a day, by then her skin had already healed. How the doc managed to make it heal so fast, she didn't know, it must have been some of these military grade boosts he had spoken of. She had gotten a few shots and a daily check up, but that had been it.

She was behind the stage, Nira was with her. "I have a private show later. A VIP customer with a liking for raw conscious flesh," she told her, excited.

"He's gonna eat you?" Natalie asked.

Nira nodded, and a dreamy expression crept on her face. "Some of me. I don't think any fur in existence today could eat all of me. Maybe a T-rex could," she giggled.

Tina showed up. "OK Nira, the customer has arrived. *She* is some kind of lizard, Komodo dragon I think. And she paid extra for a 'willing prey' scenario. She wants you to know that she's gonna eat you, and submit to her. Likely she's expecting you to think you are roleplaying and start screaming once she starts eating, if she does start eating. But if you want to play along all the way, this is one of the few cases where you can. We'll think of something that we tell the client later. Just pretend there's pain, at least a little bit. She asked for not drugged!"

Tina led her over, on a leash around her neck, but then Nira got to hold it herself. She was naked otherwise, and her belly had also healed completely.

Natalie was alone. Sven was on the main stage, the stallion boy. Jeckyll was performing a "life slave castration" on him, which was a nice teaser for the audience. She had heard his pleading and protests for a bit, but then he apparently had gotten gagged. Until now, now there was a high pitched scream or whinny. Natalie half wished she could watch the show.

"Get up slave! Pick it up!" she could hear Jeckyll yell a bit later. "On your feet!" ... "Bend over!"

More whinnies followed. Apparently the freshly castrated horse was given his treatment as a mare.

"Don't worry, you're gonna do awesome, trust me!" Siegfried suddenly stood behind her and had placed a hand on her shoulder. He smiled at her, warmly. Natalie gulped and nodded.

"Try to go over it in your head, what you are gonna do, what I am gonna do. You don't have many lines to remember, but it helps if you know what's gonna happen next," he advised her.

Natalie's heart beat excitedly. She'd be raped and flayed on stage, and then cut to pieces. And everyone would watch. Well, everyone rich enough to pay for the show.

"Get out there!" Jeckyll yelled and snapped a whip in Sven's direction, who stumbled behind the curtain, hands bound, and with his own cock rammed into his rear. Jeckyll went back to the stage to announce the next part. Sven shivered, still bleeding from his crotch, but he was also blushed and smiling almost up to both ears, as he slipped out of his handcuffs and took his mouth gag off.

"That was awesome!" he grinned, and reached for his dismembered cock in his ass. Instead of taking it out, he just twisted it a bit with closed eyes. His balls were still attached to his cock.

"In box four, there is this tiger, he brought his own personal slave to give him a blowjob while he watched me getting nulled. He didn't even flinch, just grinned at me. That guy's hardcore!" he told, more to Siegfried than to Natalie, then hurried towards the stairs to the basement. Most likely to have his bits sewn back where they belonged.

Jeckyll came from behind the curtain. "Stage is almost ready. They are only wiping the blood from the floor, you two go in one minute."

Siegfried checked that everything was there. A large butcher knife was placed on a table just behind the curtain. Next to a metal tub on the floor with handles. "That's for you. That way I can carry you down to the doc when you're in pieces." the boar told her, smiling. He checked the butcher knife if it was sharp and smiled at the little cat confidently. His cock bulged his pants visibly already.

Natalie imagined him standing over her, chopped to bloody bits, with that large cock of his, erect and dripping. She blinked and blushed. She noticed that she was trembling a bit, when Siegfried then stepped behind her and pulled the ballgag tight. This was it, no way back!

"All set! Your turn!" Jeckyll gave Natalie an encouraging nod as he stepped through the curtain.

Considering Siegfried was strong enough to manhandle her, Natalie didn't have to hold back. She fought like a fury, like she would have if she really was about to die. Siegfried was rough as he pinned her arms to her back and pushed her forward through the curtain, but since pain was not really pain, yet enough sensation to tell her it was supposed to be hurting, she kept struggling and fighting, her eyes darting left and right. Tina had told her not to look at the audience too much. Some didn't enjoy watching if the 'victim' got too personal with them. So she treated the visitor boxes as if they were empty. There wasn't much to see anyway, the light was on the stage, and the secluded boxes were very dark, the audience little more than silhouettes. Like Sven had said, one of the boxes had a tiger with a figure between his legs. But the place where Siegfried dragged her, the rack, had a stage light right in her face and she had to blink.

They did everything like they had rehearsed. The boar slapped her a few times until she stopped fighting that much. But this time Siegfried spread her nether lips with his thumbs, then rammed his rock hard and large cock right into her for real! Something ripped, and there was pain that was not pain between her legs. Like they had rehearsed, she screamed against her gag and kept fighting. The rehearsal had felt much nicer, with his tantalizing thrusts against her clit. Having her cherry popped wasn't that big of a deal so far.

After a few thrusts however that changed drastically. Her body responded to the stimulation. her tiny nipples got hard and she got goosebumps as her fur stood up, as waves of hot and cold at once spread through her. He was large, fleshy and hot, and his member made room for itself inside her no longer virgin belly, squeezing her insides so it drove the wind out of her every time.

He could see her changed expression and smirked at her. "Look, the dirty little cunt likes it!" he told the audience and sped up his pace.

She still kept up the appearance of struggling, but it felt so good now, her face could not betray her pleasure. Soon her screams sounded more like short breathed moans as the boar rocked her fragile little body and rammed his cock into her harder and harder. She could smell his sweat, he was getting worked up and grunted and was nearing his own peak. She was so tight on his massive cock, he had to push really hard to get in and his tip pushed against her cervix.

Natalie started trembling in between his thrusts. She couldn't think straight as wave after wave of fucking bliss was thrust into her bleeding tiny hole. Her whole body tensed up with each thrust of him and met his cock with an embrace of her own muscles. Her legs, her tail twitched and kicked and she barely noticed. Her hands turned to fists and pulled against her bounds against the rack. Everything was a flurry of light and sound and sensation and she banged her head against the rack as she threw her head left and right in pleasure.

Suddenly the boar tensed and picked up the pace, ramming his rod inside her at an incredible pace, roaring. And then *WHAM!* he forced his hips into hers, all the way, hilting. Searing hot, his cock dug into her. Her crotch ripped further than it had before, her hymen completely torn to shreds, and his cock bit deep through a barrier in her belly, through her cervix right into her womb.

A bomb went off in Natalie's head. Her eyes were wide open but she still saw colourful stars instead of what was around her. It felt like a tsunami of bliss washed over her, drowned her feeble mind like a little bug caught in a torrent and washed her away in neverending eddies and swirls. She didn't even realize at first that it was her voice, screaming her orgasm out to the world, nor was she aware of her tensed, cramped small body, arched like a bow drawn to the breaking point, hard like a metal spring.

For a few seconds she hung like that, on the rack, arced between Siegfried's cock and the binds that held her hands, trembling, unable to breathe, unable to even think. Riding waves of pleasure as she felt his cock squirt into her. Deep into her, right into her womb, filling her up like a cum bucket.

Shivering she eventually took a breath, as the waves of bliss ebbed down to a normal swell. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears and she felt so hot. She blinked, and saw into Siegfried's face. He gave her a loving smile and a wink, as if to say. "Was worth it, wasn't it?"

That moment she would have loved to just get hugged by him and cuddle and enjoy this afterglow. But the script demanded something else.

The boar ripped his cock out of her, which slammed her back down unto the rack with a clatter. Cum and blood spilled forth, soaked the fur on her thighs and the ground.

"Look at that little cunt, she actually liked it!" Siegfried told the audience and wiped his bloody and sticky cock on her belly. She just stared at him with disappointment and confusion, as he said the rest of his line. Just like Tina had told him.

Natalie took that as a cue to start struggling again, weaker than before. As she threw her head the other way, she got another glance at the tiger in booth 4. He had his legs spread and a female, clad in black leather between his legs. A slave, he had her on a leash. Her head was in a face mask as well, but that moment the tiger pulled the female away from his groin which she had been licking and forced her face to watch the stage.

Natalie froze as she saw that face, and so did the female slave.

'Mom...' Natalie was dumbfounded as she recognized her mother. No! That couldn't be, that mustn't be. Her mother mustn't see her die, she'd think it was real!

She started squirming and fighting in earnest. Almost on cue, Siegfried just came back with the knife, oblivious to what she had seen. He grinned mischievously and refastened her bounds, then just left her struggling while he stabbed her, then opened her skin like with a zipper.

...

Hyde noticed that something was off in the audience. He nodded at his brother who had seen it too. It was not unheard that visitors brought their own escort, but what this guy did was a bit extreme. He nearly choked the cat lady to death, who in turn fought like a fury, trying to get away from him. At this rate it would disturb the other watchers. Also, why the hell did the cat want to go to the stage so much where the little cat girl was currently being skinned alive?

"Oh fuck..." it clicked in Jekyll's head.

"Do we need to stop the show?" Hyde asked.

"Nah, we need to get that cat out of booth 4, she mustn't see the end!" Jeckyll commanded.

With surprising speed the security dogs hurried towards the stairs.

...

Natalie tried to get Siegfried's attention. But he wasn't looking, he was busy making a clean cut around her right ankle. She struggled and moaned, but he just kept going.

She risked another glance at the booth. Her mother was also not looking, she was fighting her own fight now. The tiger who held her leash was simply stronger, and obviously amused. He laughed. It was clear her mom was gagged too, the only noise was her own, and the wet sound of Siegfried's knife slicing through her other leg.

"She's a fighter!" Siegfried told the audience, commenting on her ongoing struggles. Then he finally looked at her, just as he started to take her skin off. Suddenly still, she tried to get his attention to the audience. But the boar was too professional to look right away. "What, you don't want to part with your pelt? Too bad!" he tugged her fur in a way that made her body jump on the rack. Only then he glanced at the booth. He could just see the two dogs enter and subdue a leather clad cat slave. He made an almost invisible nod, then bent close to her to Natalie to make another tiny cut near her arm. "Keep up struggling, the show must go on!" he whispered.

Natalie did. She struggled as he pulled her skin away. From her belly, then from her chest. Then he pushed his hands under her fur, around her sides in an almost gentle embrace. It felt weird to be touched under the skin, Natalie thought as she kept up her struggles. She struggled weaker now, as if squirming in unbearable pain. She glanced another time at the booth, but her mom was gone now. The tiger was still there and looked pissed at her. As if he wanted to see her suffer.

Natalie shivered as she hung on the rack, all bloody and flayed. Siegfried had gone backstage to get his large butcher knife. She could see him come back and smile at the audience. Promptly she redoubled her squirming efforts. Her naked flesh couldn't feel much, but the sensation of the wooden bars pressing into her back muscles definitely wasn't a pleasant one.

Siegfried was an expert at lopping people apart for show. He took aim, multiple times, then changed his mind about where to cut. And then, finally with one huge accurate swing, he chopped her foot paw off. It flew across the stage, and her leg was suddenly free of its bounds, spewing blood all over the place. "Yeah, like that too? I don't think so! Let's get you chopped free!"

Three chops later, she fell to the ground, as the rope that had been holding her left wrist was chopped - together with her wrist. Her body started to go into shock, there was surprisingly little blood now, squirting out of her severed limbs.

Siegfried pulled her to the middle of the stage. She was squirming weakly, just to show that she was still alive. Then the boar spread her legs apart and chopped them off, one at a time.

She could see her severed legs twitch and flex a bit, then they were still. Her tail was next, it too squirmed and curled on its own, like a worm.

Then her arms. Without them there wasn't much she could do, but weakly throw her head from one side to the other. She couldn't see into the audience from here, the lights blinded her again and her vision started to fade. Her heart was still beating, but she had lost a lot of blood.

Natalie wondered what had happened to her mom. That tiger - was that her new owner? Or just a client renting her out for the evening? She didn't know what had become of her since they had been separated. If her mom had seen the rest of the show she would be devastated, knowing she was the subject of this show. Please, don't let her get in trouble for fighting, she prayed, and looked at Siegfried, who glanced back almost kindly.

Siegfried lowered himself down on the helpless little bloody worm Natalie had become and stuck his cock into her once more, into the bleeding skinless slit where her vagina had been. He humped her a few times, then arched and rose his arm, the butcher knife in his hand.

Then the butcher knife cut down again and severed her neck.

Natalie's gagged scream was cut short. The sensation was like a flash, like an electric shock through all of her body. And then she didn't feel it anymore. Her heart was still beating, she could see the pulsing squirts of blood out of her severed neck. Her chest heaved and flexed, as if her body tried to clinch on to life on its own. And Siegfried came again. She could see it in his eyes as he squirted into her severed body. A twitching, bloody piece of meat now.

She really wished she could feel it, but watching it and feeling nothing at all, somehow that was also incredibly sexy. Her vision turned into a tunnel again though and she couldn't really enjoy herself, she was too worried about her mother. The show was almost over, she'd ask Hyde afterwards. As soon as she could speak. How did you speak without a body? She wondered.

...

Rika had fought like a fury, but against the two guard dogs, the adult cat would have had no chance, not even if she hadn't been gagged and dressed in tight constraining leather gear. She had kept fighting and squirming until someone poked her with a needle, and then everything went black.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a backstage area. The dog stood in front of her. "I'm gonna remove your gag if you promise not to be loud. Do you promise?"

She was bound to a chair. She couldn't get up. The cat nodded, tears in her eyes. They were likely gonna punish her now, after that fight she had put up, but she didn't care. In there, they had raped her little girl, and then... then they had cut her, and killed... no, she hadn't seen that. Rika clung to the glimpse of hope that somehow they had kept her daughter alive, refused to believe the obvious.

Hyde took the gag out of her mouth. "OK now. Please tell us, calmly, who you are and what is your relation with the tiger you came with."

Rika gulped. "I... I am Rika. I'm owned by a escort service. That tiger is ... my new boss. He wanted to try me out or something."

Hyde sighed. That meant she was in for quite severe punishment, judging by the fact that tiger was a client to their place in the first place.

"Why did you fight him?"

Rika started sobbing.

"That girl, on the stage... she's my daughter, Natalie... Please, they wouldn't kill her, right?"

Hyde didn't know how to react. Rika looked at him, but her eyes... He had never seen so much pain, so much despair, but also so much accusation in someone's gaze.

"Rika... your girl..." he wanted to tell her that Natalie was OK, but he couldn't tell her. What the doc did was a secret. She was an outsider.

She saw his hesitation. For a split second she thought about trying to flee, trying to hurt someone, kill someone, anything. They'd kill her too but she didn't care. Except her bonds were firm, she could not get up. And she knew it.

"If my girl is dead, then please, kill me too. I can't go back to that bastard that dragged me here to watch my own daughter die for his sick amusement."

Before Hyde could answer, a bit of a commotion happened behind them. The doc was there, and Sven. The stallion, or gelding, (currently that was hard to tell) had a bandage around his hip again. He and the striped feline were both carrying a stretcher. On it was a zebra girl, or what was left of her anyway. It looked like a pack of hyenas had fallen over her and devoured most of her lower body. One leg was a stump, the other missing completely, and her belly was a gaping red hole, with slimy remains of entrails dangling out. Her breasts were also missing, where they had been the bare bone of her ribcage showed through ragged bits of remaining flesh.

Weirdly enough though, the face expression of the dead zebra so didn't seem to fit the gory state she was in. She seemed to be smiling happily. Rika couldn't look away from the gory heap of flesh. And then the weirdest thing happened. The dead zera actually looked at her. Just for a split second, then her head flipped the other way and her tongue lolled out, but it sent a shiver down her spine. It gave her the creeps. What the hell was this place?

"What is she doing here?" the doc asked, looking at the leather clad cat woman.

Hyde took him aside and all three stepped through a door into a staircase, leaving Rika alone, bound to the chair in the backstage area.

She looked around at the various requisites that were kept there. Suddenly a knife caught her attention. It was the same knife that the boar had stabbed Natalie earlier, she recognized it. Her gaze fell on a metal tub close by, and her heart froze. In it, was a bloody piece of black fur. Natalie's fur.

"No...." she sobbed...

And then the very same boar stepped through the curtain that apparently led to the stage area. And in his hand he held a severed head.

Natalie's head!

Rika saw red! Growling, meowing, she ripped on her bounds and thrashed her claws into the leather that held her paws from the inside.

Siegfried had been looking at Natalie, proudly. She could still move her eyes and he had wanted to tell her how awesome she had done, when his sight fell on the bound cat, furiously trying to get away. "What the fuck?"

'Mom?' Natalie thought. What was her mom doing behind the stage? Why did they bring her here? Why was she bound? She tried to call out, her mouth moved and her severed throat twitched, reminding her that in her state, speech wasn't really an option. All she could do was sending a pleading look at Siegfried.

That moment the doc came back out. He looked at Siegfried, puzzled, then at the cat woman. Just that moment she had managed to topple over the chair she was sitting on. With her legs bound, she couldn't brace herself and slammed on the floor lengthwise, but she now had her hands free. She slashed at the chair, and wood splintered.

"Give me that. Go, quickly!" the doc told Siegfried and took Natalie's head from him, then held her right in front of Rika. The woman had already seen it anyway, there was nothing else to stop the furious female. It worked. Instead of attacking Siegfried, Rika grasped Natalie's head from out of the doc's hands and broke down in tears where she was, sitting on the floor. Her hands, still wrapped in leather muffs, petted Natalie's head, while Rika tried to look in her daughter's eyes.

"Oh Natalie, she sobbed, what have they done to you..."

'Mom, I'm OK. Really.'

Rika blinked. She hadn't expected her daughter to be able to focus her eyes back at her, or try to soundlessly form words. Was she still alive?

She sobbed in tears and held Natalie close, kissed her, licked the blood from her snout.

"Oh Natalie, mom's here, I'm here, it's gonna be OK. Everything's OK..." she sobbed even more. At the same time she hated herself for being in such a desperate state while she tried to calm her dying daughter in what she thought were her last moments. "I'm sorry sweetie, I couldn't be faster..."

'MOM!' If Natalie would have had a voice, it would have been loud. 'Mom, snap out of it!'

Rika looked into her daughter's eyes, finally paying attention that her daughter wanted to tell her something. She had never been good at lip reading.

'Mom... I ... am ... fine'. Natalie formed the words as slowly as possible. Her jaw, her lips, her tongue started feeling numb. She knew, although severed heads quite likely had a few spare seconds to live, her's would have been over now if she hadn't received the doc's treatment.

"Your daughter will be fine, miss," the Doctor spoke, repeating Natalie's words. Rika had barely taken notice of the striped feline so far. She looked from her daughter's intense gaze up to the doc. "Really? But... but how?"

"Come with me, I'll show you. Don't drop her!"

The striped feline brought Rika downstairs into his mad doctors lair. The zebra was there, on one of the operating tables. Hyde had placed her there with Sven, then had hurried to find the owner. She would know what to do.

"Bring her over here." The doc ordered. He took a syringe from the table as if to make room. Rika made a step, and before she knew it he was right next to her and had injected her with something. Then the lights went out.

...

"Mom...? Mom wake up!"

Nira, the zebra had gotten up already. She knocked on the metal door. A second later the key was turned and Jeckyll glanced in. "Can you get Tina? She's awake again."

By the time the owner arrived, Natalie and the others had explained what this place was to the cat girl's mother. Rika took it all well composed. Her daughter was alive, and healthy. That was what mattered, everything else, well, life would go on somehow.

"Rika, right?" Tina asked the cat. Rika was larger than the mouse by a head. "I'm happy to tell you that you belong to us now. We acquired you from your previous owner."

Rika bowed to her new owner, quite relieved at the news. She was used to life as a slave, and didn't want to make any troubles.

"Nah, stand up. You don't have to bow before me," the mouse giggled.

"The price your previous owner asked for you was ridiculously small. Since you are that cheap, even your own daughter could buy you free with what she earned in her last gig, so you could theoretically consider yourself free already. There's just one catch."

Rika stared at her dumbfounded ... she was free?!? What catch?

"As compensation for the hassle we had to offer him free admission to the show he just watched. But there was one more condition he insisted on. He also specifically asked to see you die on stage during the next show, also for free. So we have to add the price for two tickets to your tally. I think however we can arrange something. I already have a plan how you could work for us. Please come with me, the doc will explain everything, how he fixed your daughter and all. Needless to say that has to stay a secret."

...

The lights were on on the stage, and the shadowy audience was watching from their secluded boxes. The show tonight was made up as a magician's display. The magician was a striped feline. He looked a bit like a tiger, but then again not. He was clad in a suit and was wearing black sunglasses and a magician's hat.

He had done some minor tricks you could see in any show. Some cards, a red handkerchief that suddenly vanished. Then came the main act. The sawn in half woman.

In came, lead by two guard dogs, the bound cat female. She looked up in the stalls and met the gaze of a tiger who grinned at her.

Rika played her role perfectly, she followed like a slave who didn't know what was going to happen.

The magician had her lie in a box, where only her feet and her head and hands looked out through holes. The front and top of the box were open, so everyone could see how she placed herself down. Right in the middle of the box were two more wooden boards, cut out just for her shape, so they would hold her hip and waist firmly in place. Then the box was closed and rotated around on stage a few times. Rika was firmly locked in.

"I will now saw this cat in half, right down the center!" the magician announced and fetched a large saw. Before he placed himself theatrically behind Rika's box, he winked at the suited canine guard, who promptly produced a ball gag from his pocket and started muffling the now protesting cat slave.

The tiger in box four was at the edge of his seat.

Then the magician started sawing with theatrical large swings. Saw dust accumulated where his saw bit into the wooden box, along a line that was painted down its middle. For a while it went in and nothing happened. Then suddenly the cat inside the box started to squirm and squeal against her bounds. The bottom edge of the sawblade was stained dark, and the sound changed, more wet, squishy.

The magician acted as if he didn't notice and kept sawing with the same speed. The saw dug deeper.

The cat in the box fought frantically, arching, squirming, crying against her gag. Her legs were kicking and trembling, but the sturdy box held her firmly in place.

Blood started to leak out from the bottom of the box and down the sawblade. First just a few drops, then a steady stream that started to puddle up below the box. The magician ignored it and kept sawing.

Rika could hardly believe she was actually being sawn in half. She could not see it and had to imagine what the others saw from what she felt. The saw blade bit into her, and she felt incredible pain. Except, it wasn't painful at all. It was a turn on. She was so horny she wished she could have touched her sex right there and fingered herself to climax, but of course she couldn't. She was bound and had to keep up appearances.

The cat started trembling in agony, her legs twitched and shivered, and then suddenly jerked once and went still. Her face still thrashed left and right, but weaker now. The magician kept sawing through the bottom wood. There was now only a corner of the box left. A few more pulls and the saw came free. Bloody and dripping, but he placed it aside as if nothing had happened.

Rika came the moment she felt the saw in her spine. It made a vibrating, almost tickling sensation, and then just in the middle of climax, her climax was cut in half with a flash. Her sex, just a second ago urging for relief, puffed and wet and twitching was suddenly only a memory. Yet her orgasm just kept going, it was like a wave crashing through a tube, and someone had just sealed the ends so the wave went back and forth without a way out. She felt like she was gonna explode.

Not the doc stuck two thin metal sheets into the gap he had just sawn in the box. A weak whimper could be heard from the cat, she was barely responding. Her head lolled down from the hole in the box, she didn't seem to have the strength to keep it up.

The magician rolled the two halves of the box apart and turned them both around so the audience could see them from all sides. Blood oozed out of both of them.

He turned the head part of the box so the cat could see the other half from her position, too. Then he grabbed the lid of the tail half and lifted it. The moment he did that, all three side bits and the metal end sheets fell away as well. Left was only a table on wheels.

And on it was the bisected lower half of a cat women, from the waist down. Blood and pieces of guts slipped out of her open waist and revealed a now empty belly cavity to the audience as well as the cat itself.

A weak whimper could be heard from the surprisingly still alive woman, staring at her severed lower half.

Rika could see her own, glistening wet sex. The sensitive lips that she could no longer feel and yet in her mind still urged for attention. But she knew she wouldn't feel it even if she did get touched now. She felt dizzy and exhausted from an orgasm that just didn't end.

To the audience it looked like she didn't have much time left. The magician approached her box as well and there, too, took the lid away. It revealed nothing but half a cat on a table.

Except that this half still moved. As soon as she was free, she writhed like a worm and tried to touch her waist. Blood squirted out of severed veins in weak rhythmic spurts, loops of guts bulged out, and then her own tensing muscles caused the contents of her belly to spill out. Bowels, guts, entrails, kidney, liver, stomach; it all came sliding out like an avalanche. Some of it piled on the floor in a wet mess, but the rest kept dangling, pulling at her from her own entrails, and a gurgling noise could be heard from her throat. She tensed, arched one last time, shivered, then slumped back limply. The pulsing squirts were replaced by a steady dripping as her remaining blood dripped out of her severed body.

The tiger in box four came and squirted his load against the glass window that separated his box from the stage area. It had bothered him that he had given away this slave for so much cheaper than he had acquired her, but this had been fully worth it.

Rika watched him. She could still see, and she had strategically faced his way before her body finally died. It had been quite an intense sensation, she hadn't thought she'd last that long. Finally, after the magician had bowed and some of the watchers had clapped in their boxes, the curtain came down, and some assistants started cleaning the stage. She had to admit, she had made quite a mess, she hadn't thought there'd be so much gunk inside her. But it had felt so great. It still did. She had kept climaxing even as her body had died and shut down, and only now, still and dead, glowed away in her afterglow. She didn't feel dead at all, just calm.

Out of habit, she tried to get up to help the others clean up. Her dead body however thought otherwise, and her limbs stopped moving half way, before she flopped limply back down. Her right arm suddenly started to twitch in spasms.

"Shhhh, don't move. We'll get you to the doc in a second." Jeckyll told her, then pushed her from the table into the waiting tub where he had already dumped her lower half in. She dropped with a wet sound and barely felt the impact. Soon later they carried her downstairs to fix her back up.

Everyone congratulated her on the way. Her daughter and the other performers had been watching her performance from the side of the stage.

"You were awesome, mom! It really looked like you had no clue at all what he was gonna do."

"Awesome death-throes." the fox boy commented. "You are a real pro dieer!"

Rika smiled.

Her body eventually shut down to the point where she couldn't move or feel a single limb anymore. She still saw the doctor's lab like through a haze, as they placed her on one of the now familiar tables. The doctor smiled at her, then gave her a shot with a syringe.

Rika woke up back in a bed, whole again. Instantly she lifted the sheet and glanced at her lower half. Her fur continued uninterrupted, and her legs felt completely normal. So did her crotch, which got moist with arousal the moment she thought back at what had to be the previous evening. Or maybe two days ago? She didn't know how long she had been out. But across her belly went a thin but ragged scar, all the way around. Just where the saw had cut her in half. In her mind she replayed the scene, and she blushed at the thought how much this had turned her on. Still did.

"Good morning Rika, how do you feel."

Rika's eyes fell on the mouse that sat in the corner of the room, and she blushed even deeper, realizing she had not been alone. But then she smiled. Tina had kept her word, she had died as her former owner had demanded, but as promised, now she was OK. Just like her daughter.

"Thanks madam, I'm feeling well." she answered politely and sat up. She was still naked, but in her business that had stopped bothering her long ago.

"That's good, I'd like to discuss some business with you," the mouse said with a smile. "You know, my colleague, Doctor Malcolm kindly passed up on his compensation for your recent performance, which entitles you to the entire artist's share of that evening's show. That, together with your daughter's contribution is more than enough to buy your freedom. If you want, you could walk out of here today, with all papers signed and go to the town office and apply for citizenship."

Tina made a pause to let it sink in. She, too had been a slave since she was young. She knew of other slaves that applied for citizenship, but there was a catch. You needed to have a job, pay insurances, and it could happen they settled you elsewhere as part of the government program to reintegrate freed slaves and former criminals into society. All she had ever learned was to be a sex slave. She could work as a prostitute but those lived hardly any better than slaves, and it was easy to fall into debt and back into slavery. Society did not look kindly at that profession. It was shunned, something for slaves. And what would happen to her daughter?

"What about Natalie?"

Tina looked down. She wasn't exactly proud or happy about what she had to say.

"We paid a lot of money for your daughter. She'll eventually make enough money to be free. Likely much faster than in other places, but we can't let her go yet."

She made a pause, then smiled. She had an ace up her sleeve.

"There's another option though. We could offer you work on a freelance base. Right here. You could see Natalie every day."

"Would the town office let me do that?" Rika knew that was unlikely.

"No, not if you applied for citizenship. But if you stayed a slave. I thought, we could sell you to a small letterbox company registered here, with you as their only possession. Let's call it 'Rika enterprises limited'. That company would itself be a fully owned subsidiary to a holding, registered somewhere up north, in a state where slaves are allowed to own property. As an asset of the subsidiary, you could then be leased out to the holding as the main accountant and CEO, since such a company is required to have one. At the same time you'd also be the single shareholder of the holding, and as such you can decide what the company, whose fully dependant asset you are, should let you do. Effectively its a legal loophole that keeps your slave status, but make you your own owner. Just make sure you never make any profit, because if you do, theres a whole wasp-nest of tax issues. Your earnings belong to your owner, the company. But your company's profits are your earnings, through the holding. Since both companies have to pay taxes, you'd just keep paying tax until nothing is left. But luckily your company's asset, you, causes expenses, so as long as they exactly match the profit, you are fine."

"Huh?" Rika looked confused as she tried to make sense of what Tina had just said. It was a complicated construct, but a grin spread across her face as she grasped the idea. She'd be her own slave! She could order herself to do whatever she wanted. But she'd still have to obey. The thought made her grin.

"And at the same time I'd work for you?" she asked.

"We'd be very happy to make business with Rika enterprises," Tina added with a smirk. "The contract would cover all expenses like food, clothing and accommodation on premises, but you'd have enough extra to live elsewhere if you wanted, or save money for you and your daughter's future. You can send your slave, yourself, wherever you want in your freetime, just make sure to sign the paperworks for yourself in case you need to prove that your owner sent you."

"So what's the catch?" Rika had a big grin in her face, almost matching Tina's.

"Well, none, other than the Doc is responsible for your health plan, and there's no extra compensation for 'stage accidents'." Tina giggled. "There's a bit of accounting paperwork that needs to be done, but I can help you with that until you know how to do it yourself."

"Where do I sign?" she asked. Rika felt giddy, like she was plotting to take over the world and had just managed to cheat the devil himself.

Tina smirked. "You don't! Since I'm still your owner, I already signed all the relevant papers for you. Although, as CEO of the Rika holding you need to file a copy of the sales contract. Here!"

She handed the cat a paper. Complete with a company logo that said "Rika enterprises". It even had a little cat in leather garments on it, prancing seductively. And it even looked like her!

Rika jumped up and hugged Tina. She had tears in her eyes. Tears of joy.

The next moment Natalie stormed in. "Mom, mom you are awake? ...oh, hello Tina!" she stopped and looked at her owner with respect, but everyone could see that she had something she wanted to share with her mother. Her belly looked weird, round and full, as if she was pregnant.

"See you later, Rika." Tina said with a smile, and a tiny hint of a tear in her own eye. "We should talk about your next performance and what you would like to do."

Rika bit her lip as she watched Tina leave, with her tail swaying behind her. She had a few ideas already what she liked to do, and how she liked to die. But then she took Natalie in her arms and hugged her. Natalie's belly felt weirdly soft.

"What happened to your belly?" she asked with a grin. She could see that her little kitty was nearly dieing to tell her what that was about.

"The doc did that. For my next show I'm gonna play pregnant cub. And then they are gonna put all sorts of gunk in me so it looks like they ripped my kittens out, when they rip my belly open. Look, I have a little baby bunny!

She reached between her legs, and pulled on a piece of grey fur. Out of her slipped the grey plush bunny again. Pulling it out felt awesome, since this time she had kept all her outside bits.

"Do you wanna feel inside me mom? That feels really nice!"

Rika blushed as she squeezed her fingers together and pushed them in between Natalie's spread legs, into her daughter's sex and where her womb should have been. Instead she felt stretchable plastic, like latex, but warm and moist from her daughter's juices. "Mmmmh" Natalie made and squirmed a bit.

Rika suddenly blushed deeply and looked down at her own belly, then at Natalie. It was an insane idea, but maybe the doctor could make it possible.

"Natalie, would you like to do a performance together with me?"

"Sure mom, what do you want me to do?"

Rika blushed and cuddled her eager kitten.

"I thought, maybe you could be my little baby again."

The end.