FSE

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A small, dark room. Floor, walls and ceiling made of stone, a bit of cement joining the rocks, slanted floor leading to a few drains on the center of the room. Four lamps, one in each corner, strongly illuminating a deer, chained in an X position. His fur and golden hair were matted and greasy, his eyes closed, a bit of clotted blood on his nose and lips.

After a long moment, he opens his eyes to face a simple phrase in the wall in his front.

"Lasciate ogni speranza, voi chi state qui."

He looks around, still dazed, his nose hurting, a strong taste of iron in the inside of his muzzle from his own blood. A bit of a struggle showed him he was helplessly chained to a steel pipe structure. He gasped softly and shook his head, trying to fully regain his senses. He heard a door opening behind him and looked behind, watching a husky entering the room, a black cigarette in his lips. The husky walked to his front and watched him for a moment. The husky blew a lungful of smoke onto his face and glanced over a sheet of paper.

"Virgil, yes? I'm sure you know why you're here."

"Who the fuck are you? Where I am, your son of a bitch?"

"Mmm... 'Angry nature, defiant...' Must be you."

"You haven't answered my questions, motherfucker! You'll have a sorry excuse for a tailhole when I'm free!"

"Well, that's exactly why you won't be getting off this place, at least not with your heart beating. Raping the daughter of a mafia boss isn't smart to do."

"Oh... I get it. You're a hitman."

"Slow, aren't you?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Bold words, considering your situation."

"Look, I can pay more than what you're getting, just name a price. No-one will need to know."

"First, you sorry excuse for an roman poet, I have a reputation to keep. Second, the brother of the girl you raped has a snuff fetish." He waves to a camera in a corner of the roof. "Say hi to him. Third, you couldn't buy me the pleasure of licking the blood off your remains and fucking your tight, dead ass all night long, even after the tape has finished. And it's EP, 6 hours long, my little bitch. Hah!"

A long laughter followed as the husky took a last drag of his cigarette and pressed it against the belly of the deer before turning his back and walking to a table, making metal noises as his paws moved over the table.

The deer stared defiantly, his deep blue eyes burning in anger, watching the husky and wondering what he is doing, fruitlessly struggling against the chains. He laughed as the husky returned with a powerdrill.

"What, are you going to puncture me to death? With a small drill?"

"No... See, the drill is completely slick."

"..."

"Well, watch and learn."

The husky pointed between the legs of the deer, making him look down.

"WHAT THE FUCK? How you made me hard, you motherfucker?!"

"A certain blue pill... Makes my service far easier."

He grabbed the hard member of the deer, gently inserting the drill into his urethra as he screamed and cussed, swearing to kill the poor husky, who was only doing his job, in all ways possible from a simple shotgun blast to the head to an elaborate acid bath. The husky merely grinned and looked up, speaking, his words ocasionally interrupted by screams of the deer.

"Let me explain. The drill sp-AHHHHHH-and gets hotter and hotter, so-I'LL KILL YOU, KILL YOU-well, so your blood boils and turns into ste-DEAD! YOU'RE DEAD-the pressure makes your skin rip-FUCK, IT HURTS-get started, shall we?"

The husky pressed the trigger, making the motor spin, the noise of the motor and the screams competing in the tape, some blood and steam coming out of the tip of the member, the deer struggling and shaking, his face warped with pain and fear. A grin appeared in the member of the husky as he felt the sweet acrid smell of burning meat. The cock of the deer slowly started to engorge, the blood soon stopping to flow.

The tape fast-forwarded for 3 or 4 minutes, then stopped in a moment where the deer was shaking his head, screaming at the top of his lungs, his member as thick as a canine knot. The situation kept like that for nearly ten seconds before a wet sound, not unlike a piece of cloth ripping, the top of the deerhood opening with a cloud of steam, his screaming suddenly stopping, his eyes staring at the wall with a blank expression. A tear came down over the side of his face that was visible in the tape.

The husky pulled the drill off his member, watching as it dropped down like it was flaccid with a grin that spelled two, maybe three times "Lust for blood: Satiated". He walked to the table, whistling and returning empty-handed, blood dripping from the tip of what remained from the member of the deer.

"So, I take it's hurting, by your sudden silence?"

The deer kept staring straight, his mind probably turned into its own inside, hoping this would be over soon.

The husky left the room for a bit more than 2 minutes, not a single muscle of the deer having moved except for an occasional twitch in his tail, more and more tears visible. He returned with a vat, smoke pouring off it, and placed it in front of the deer, over a mark in the floor that was barely visible. The husky fiddled with something hidden by the body of the deer and the cross turned into its axis, moving him so his face would be close to the vat, nearly hidden in the smoke.

Virgil threw his head to a side and screamed, gasping and coughing.

"Can you feel it? The searing cold? Slowly suffocating you as well? That's why I love liquid nitrogen. I won't give you the pleasure of having a thick doghood pulsing inside your little tailhole, so down you go."

The husky released the metal, the deer screaming as his head fell into the vat, struggling desperately, his screams distorted and coming out inside bubbles, his frantic struggling slowly ceasing, turning into spasms before stoping. A short moment passed, the husky waiting behind him. Suddenly, the vat shook as an explosion of liquid nitrogen and brains flew out, accompanied by the sounds of bones cracking open.

A long moment passed, the jaw of the husky down, his face marked by surprise. He walked in front of the camera, at a side of the image, being sure to leave the guts on sight, and started to speak:

"Ehm... That was unexpected. It was not my intention for this to happen, but I hope you'll enjoy. I guess his head froze, the ice making his skull crack open just like a bottle."

The husky looked at the mess and brushed off a small piece of bloodied fur from his chest, chuckling softly, shaking his head.

"Well... Dead for dead, I'll just have to clean this later."

He walked behind the corpse, his legs still twitching slightly, and stroked his sheath, his doghood slowly coming out. He licked the tailhole of the dead body and his bloody member (What remained of it, actually), murring deeply as his tongue felt the taste of the blood. His paw collected some of the blood and stroked his member with it, lubing it just enough to be pleasurable for him, then he got up and lined himself up with the entrance of the deer and gave a short jab, making his doghood enter the tailhole of the corpse, thrusting faster and harder, bending down over the cooling body, his paws gripping its sides, his muzzle licking a few pieces of brain that laid into the back of the deer, munching slowly, his thrusts quickly becoming stronger.

Again, the tape fast-forwarded a while, stopping one or two minutes later. The husky was thrusting feverishly fast, groaning loudly, a visible hint of blood in his lips as they opened and closed.

He lowered his head and bit the skin of the deer, his moans muffled by the fur, giving two or three hard thrusts, a slight pause between them, before he yanked his head up and howled in dominance, the piece of skin he was biting ripped from the corpse and thrown up by his movement, moving outside the sight of the camera. The husky looked at the camera and grinned, licking his lips as he mrowred and said:

"Well, now I'll just wait for my knot to shrink... And it's a good night for you. Hope you enjoyed it as much as me, whoever will be watching this."

A wolf pressed the Stop button in a remote controller and emptied a glass with a transparent liquid, shaking his head, a wide grin in his face. He looked at the mess he had made in his chest with his own seed and looked at a girl by his side, her paw still in his member.

"Sis'... Thanks for helping me here."

"No problem... After all, I wanted to watch what the motherfucker would suffer."